Tough Love

It's tough to feel ok when you're only used to getting hurt

It's tough to feel like you should be loved

When you haven't felt it before

It's little things that pile up

And break your soul bit by bit

It's tough when you feel like you're

Putting it back together with spit

It's tough to get up and fight for someone

When you look back and see no one backing you up

But back up

Everybody deserves love

Whether they know it or not

Put your broken heart back together

With the love you give to other people

The blank space in your heart

Fill it with all the love you should have got

Love everyone to make up for not being loved

Make sure nobody feels the way you did

It's called overcompensation?

Well, overcompensate

Whoever said you should only give back what you've been given

Was wrong

You should give back what you never got

Not so that you'll somehow get it in return,

But to make sure you are worth the love you don't get. 

Something, pain and grandoise epiphany

They would have us believe that there is a shining thing called "destiny" - a thing that we're meant to do - were you born to dance, or maybe cook, or is it your destiny to be a baby-sitter? But people don't fit in these grandiose boxes. 

That's a lie, built to distract us. 

Nobody's born to be a gymnast, or a footballer or a plumber - you might have some talents, but you choose if that's going to be the rest of your life. Because if this whole "destiny" thing is true, then you would have to believe that daily wage laborers, that, I don't know, unscrupulous businessmen, loan sharks, abusive people, or even people that hurt or kill others are destined for that life. 

Then, when you see the cruelty of the world concentrate and focus on its kids, you would have to believe that they are destined for that. 

Destiny is a lie. 

The only truth is beauty, and family and love, and the need to understand God.