We are shunned and made to believe
That the world is not as bright as we would like to perceive.
That the silver lining is just a trick of the eyes,
That anything pure is tainted with lies.
Cover my mouth with a sticker labelled child,
I said they lived happily ever after, and I was exiled,
Because in a world where being cynical is in fashion,
How could I ever admit that I have a passion?
Scoffs erupt from thin mouths, thin minds.
We’re told to open our eyes when we say love is blind.
“Get your head out of the clouds, don’t talk in rhyme.
Trust in what’s normal, and not the sublime.”