I Walked, I Saw, I Left

I saw the world as a cold dark place.
So much hatred could be seen,
Everywhere I look. I could feel what people thought.
I could hear what they thought about their surroundings.
Body language could be read.
Body Language could be felt. It was such a sad thing to see.
Although, there was love.
Love could be seen, heard, and felt.
Such a strong power. To still be felt and seen when surrounded.
It could not be heard. People were too embarrassed. To be seen as a pussy.
Taught to not show love, the world has become a cold dark place.

I walked on this earth as though I could change it.
As though I could make a difference.
As though I could show people to love.
I hoped this world was not such a cruel place.
I hoped I could change it.
All of us consumed by greed and hate, I wanted to break free.
A hippie, no I did not want to be.
I just wanted to be happy.
I hope I can be.
Someday. One day. Happiness will happen.
The world will be a much happier place.
But then again, I think.
How can you appreciate love without experiencing hate?

I left this world with hope.
I left it with hope that somehow I made a change.
I somehow hope that I touched at least one person.
I left the fake world wondering if any of it became real.
Was I real?
Did I become real?
Or was I always real?
Did I just see the fakeness?
I walked in this world trying to show love and block out the hate.
Its so hard to block out hate when it surrounds you and tries to consume you.
I dont want to be consumed by hate.