Naive

Sometimes I feel like being naive is a bliss
Sometimes I feel like there are so many things that I'm missing
I try to make myself believe that I want this
But the fact remains, there are so many things that I cannot see
So many feelings that I cannot feel
So much hatred and so much greed
Evil forces never succeeded in corrupting me
But look what my goodness has done to me
Jaded, frustrated , depressed
Will I ever be the same?
Why do we always realize our mistakes when its too late??
Will I ever be able to redeem myself?
the man i see in the mirror lives in the lies
Ragged, exhausted- so many questions in his eyes
The distance mundane
A state of despair
Wish I could paint my walls with all the colors in this world and live confined
Wish I could borrow some light from that big ball of fire up there and take it to the corners where the Sun never shined