The Price we Pay

Pain that pains the pain that pains Hate that conceives the hate, that we hate Loneliness that engulfs the already lonely loneliness Regrets upon regrets, regretting that we regret Could be the Price we pay … For playing the humble games of Kings and Queens, while denouncing our traits from the street For wearing shinning armour electroplated in silver and gold, until rust reveals our true elements For playing Romeo and Juliet, but not willing take the concoction of compromise For playing "Brother and Sister" tags, yet the mind caresses the thoughts of making brothers and sisters For denying the tongue the taste of words weaved in and lurking through the cracks of our Wailing hearts Could be the price we pay … . For forcing a donkey to the river, and expect it to jump through the hoops of our fantasised fantasies. For the care we give wholesomely till it sours into an obsession, something that scares them away For banking our feelings In a vault fixed for the future, while we expect them to notice of our undying love Could be the price we pay … For being forthcoming and submissive, a sign of a free lamb meant for the altar For being too trusting with our Secrets and Pixel's of our natural melanin, till it becomes food for the public eye Maybe, could be the price we pay For being humans.