Hope

What a strange lie to utter to the broken, What a meaningless word thriving on the tongues of the happiest people, They tell me to have hope,To believe and wait Wait and deceive yourself that something will happen. That something will change, Be so adamant, eager and confident that you will be happy, Be so imaginative that you forget reality, just waiting and hoping and praying to see that perfect day, The day that may not ever even come. Hope. They tell me to have hope. They tell a broken soul to fix itself with glue. They tell a broken heart to fix itself with the lie of a better place. Hope.