humans are such creatures.

as fetuses we compete with our mothers for nutrients; as children we get into fights because we don't want to share our toys; as we grow up with slap other girls/beat up other boys because they steal our significant others;in the workplace we backstab others to get the social standing/priviledge we covet; in old age we abandon the parents who have so painstakingly brought us up;

when we give it always feels like too much; when we receive it never seems enough;

yet,

in a moment of folly/weakness;

the fist recoils; a tear rolls down; you let down your guard;

you lose your heart, your lose your mind, your lose your soul;

and you are defeated.

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i [can] collect/buy/accumulate all these pretty and beautiful clothes;

i can spend hours and hours of effort on my appearance;

i can emulate all these beautiful people;

i can do all sorts of crazy things,

but these only [continually] remind me of how ugly i am inside.

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it gets so cold [sometimes] all i [secretly] wish for is another warm body by my side

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some scars, hard to heal;

some memories, hard to forget.

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contact is comfort but when misinterpretated is nothing but trouble.

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you can never be sure what people are thinking or feeling unless they tell you themselves, and even then usually/sometimes they lie. You ask them, 'what's wrong?', 'are you okay?' and they say 'nothing, i'm fine' even though its not the truth anyway. And [sometimes/mostly] you accept this because its easier than digging for the truth. People smile when they want to cry, laugh when they want to scream, and pretend like nothing is wrong because they don't want to face the truth.

and in this way they[you/me/them] [are able to] continue living.