Double Standard World

We tend to break it down to,
minutes, days, years;
to lengthen the torture and
to slow our growing fears.

It’s hard not to notice; the
broken souls wandering alone,
smiles acting as masks, and
desperate bullies looking for home.

We seek for our belief in the wrong places;
in parties and nameless pills in bowls,
in greedy money and unfamiliar people,
when we should seek within our own soul.

We all give reasons and excuses but
when others splinter our hearts,
the forgiveness that we expect is lost,
and logic is quickly torn apart.

We live in a double standard world,
where what we expect of others
is not expected in ourselves and
we no longer act as sisters and brothers.  

Perhaps we are all prisoner to our pain,
manacled and bound;
and if you look

there’s insanity in it all,
everywhere to be found.