Sharped eyed curse

They carry the weight of knowing,
a curse dressed as a blessing.
the sharp-eyed see the cracks
in every foundation,
where others
find comfort in lies,
in the sweet ignorance
of easy laughter.

understanding breeds loneliness,
truth carves its own prison.
they sit in rooms full of chatter,
watch the mouths move,
but the words are hollow,
like prayers tossed to gods
who stopped listening.

they see the patterns,
the strings pulling the puppets.
history repeats itself
while the world claps along,
cheering progress
with blindfolds on.

they feel the crush of existence
mortality, absurdity,
the gnawing question: why?
while others kneel at altars of tradition,
or the bright glow of a shopping mall,
the intelligent look deeper
and find nothing waiting
but silence.

cheap comforts don't sell here.
"everything happens for a reason"
rings false,
like a secondhand promise.
truth-seekers reject
the easy bandages
because they see
the wound beneath.

they dream of what could be
and wake to what is.
the gap between
is a chasm they cannot cross.

they think too much,
feel too much,
a mind outpacing a heart
until both
collapse in the race.

their empathy hurts
they carry the world’s sorrow
in their veins,
knowing they can't fix it,
knowing no one can.

so they search
for something real
a touch, a word,
a moment that doesn’t feel
like a trick.

and in the end,
happiness isn’t a lie.
it’s a choice
to stop running,
to stand still
in the chaos,
and watch the light
bend through the cracks.