This is a poem about something I’ve been trying to understand for a long time. Disappointment is a part of life, and often times it gets overlooked and treated like it’s an invalid, childish emotion. It shouldn’t be that way.
I’ve been called a cynic for a long time.
For a while, I didn’t know what it meant.
Apparently, it’s someone who is distrustful
Or pessimistic.
But I’ve started to wonder how someone becomes that way.
I think it’s because that person was once too hopeful.
They hoped,
and wished,
and prayed,
and they got let down.
So they adopted a cynical mindset to try and eliminate false hope,
not only in themselves,
but in others.
Because false hope is what hurts people.
It’s what makes people angry,
and bitter.
It hurts so badly because hope is one of the strongest forces out there.
It can beat out anything.
So when it’s broken,
it hurts.
False hope only ends in pain.
Because fake things are what shatter the easiest.
