It’s not about life, it’s about those who are living in it.
When I was a little girl they used to tell me good things to make me smile
Life was so easy maybe because I didn’t understand it
Or maybe because I was too innocent to understand.
They used to teach me to never lie
They said people who lie will always be called bad people
But after I grew up I found out that everyone lies
With bad people enjoying their lives
And honest people are paying the price.
They told me
To be happy,smile and dance in the rain
After I grew up
I knew that most of the times
We smile to hide our pain.
They taught me to cherish friendship in my life
It’s the purest thing I could ever have
A hug from a friend would heal your wounds
After I grew up, there was truth that I lacked
My friend’s hug was an excuse to stab me in the back.
They taught me to be respected and respect people in return
After I grew up I never dared to underestimate others
I respect people for who they are, but they took my respect as a weakness
I get lost in the connection people see with these two words: Respect and Weakness.
They taught me when you love someone, make them happy
Love is something so special, it’s about being faithful
It’s about honesty and sacrifice between two lovers
After I grew up, I knew lovers who became enemies
I see lovers who cheat on their loved ones
Looking at me and begging: “Please, don’t tell.”
I see lovers crying for the absence of their beloved
Their nights turn into days
While the other doesn’t care
Laughing while the one that loves them is in pain.
They used to tell me to never go near fire
Because I will burn myself
I spent my childhood years watching out from fire
And when i grew up I see adults playing with fire but without burns.
When I was a little girl I didn’t act my age
I didn’t play much but I used to read
And they used to tell me “Go play, kids should be playing; adults should read the most.”
After I grew up all I see is adults playing games to trick and set each other up.
Who’s fault is it? Who’s to blame?
Life? People? Or my parents who raised me in a great way?
I grew up to find myself in a jungle
Fearing people I meet, even though I should fear beasts
Everyone is passing by pushing me to get their aim
I am not standing in their way yet all they enjoy doing is hurting me.
Who’s fault is it? Is it my fault that my dreams turned into nightmares?
Or is it my fault since I dared dream?
They taught me lessons that were hard to understand
After I took them in, I grew up to find out these lessons failed me
They should’ve told me not to take life so seriously
They should’ve told me that it’s okay to fail.
All I was doing is studying so hard to be the perfect and polite girl
To never disappoint anyone in my life
But everyone disappointed me…
Who’s fault is it to lose the ability to deal with bad things?
To lose the ability to recognize the good person from the nasty?
I’ve learned my lessons but I failed in the exam
Not because I wasn’t ready, or because I forgot what I studied
But simply because life changed, and someone passed the wrong lessons
And everybody followed.
It’s not my fault that everyone knows these lessons
I was shocked and I cried a lot for not knowing answers when life tested me
It’s not my fault that after I grew up, the lessons changed
It’s not the same, it’s all the opposite… It’s all fake
With every lesson that slowly changed, I quickly learned life’s real lessons.
- Homeless children
- Human Rights
- Middle East
- Photos About My Country Lebanon
- play with feelings
- R.I.P Mighty soldiers