High hopes

What really is hope,

But a frail little thing?

Is it nothing but a false tale,

Waiting to sting?

It lures you in with sugary songs,

Until you are weak at the knees,

Every word uttered from its silver tongue,

Being nothing but a tease.

Reality is harsh,

And bitter and cold,

Auctioning off false pretenses,

Until they are all sold.

Do not trust hope,

With it’s softness and care,

Because you’ll just end up abandoned,

In the bowels of nowhere.

Loyalty is brittle,

Trust is weak,

But low self esteem is strong,

High hopes forever weak.

Do not ask for hope,

Stay away from the lies,

Or the next time you believe yourself happy,

You’ll find it’s nothing but a disguise.