Unseen Effect of Unseen Effort

A little bit of missing appreciation,

can leave you left with a deadly effect with affected affection,

how the wishing for attention in recognition,

can create nothing but tension from the miscommunication,

leaving your reaction in dissatisfaction, making you the bad being wrong,

that does not and should not belong,

just from your after-action in the react of your reacted reaction,

and seen as an attention seeker that is just seeking attention,

sometimes it really sucks how someone's simple and thrown together thing,

can get far more reaction and appreciation than someone else's hard work and dedicated dedication in effort with time consuming consumption thing,

that took so much deepness and meaningfulness and all their love with everything,

something so personal and genuine, up front and face to face,

not even ever done for just anyone, being something that took dedication dedicated being what you dedicate,

with commitment and rehearsal,

all the demonstration demonstrated how you demonstrate,

something that was done by repeating and reciting over and over again just for a mere almost perfection,

being so rare and far from universal,

and barely getting a chance to stand up tall at all,

feeling like being pushed right before you fell to fall...

Because it is somehow nothing compared to a simple visual of words too often used misused and repeated...

Making it known by what was shown,

that all that effort was done in the wrong place,

especially when it is and was so personal and genuine and with upfront passion faced and facing to face,

leaving no reaction with no evident trace to pace, like it is love lost in space, making what it makes as a feeling of being misplaced and easy to misplace, feeling easily easy replaced,

in the replacing state of feeling felt of how easily you are to replace,

having feelings felt like disgraceful disgraced disgrace,

a love had that someone misused and misplaced. That is the very reason why, effort is better kept for one's self, better than feeling like a lie,

so one's appreciation for themself is enough,

Instead of watching it flushed down like a flush spiraling down flushing into nothing down the toilet and forced to be tough,

in someone else's inability for able ability to see it by how little it matters... Meanwhile a easy and brain-dead display of words without any personal touching effect in affection in connection or passion at all,

getting all recognition,

leaving the conclusion that the true passion had was not even seen at all...

They still stand tall, watching is as we fall,

and yet they are the ones who fell is what they tell,

so hurtful hurtfully hurt all we can do is cry, scream and yell,

leaving the question of thought in mind, is that really all?

Just Another felt undermine in the undermined seen design in what was designed. Maybe this is what was destine to be destined...

A destiny of misery, is that the mystery?

Poetry Written By:

PeoplesPoetryProject

PPP aka ~Troyce Reimer

Truly Purely Pure Progress

Nothing more, Nothing Less