I gave you my heart

This is a poem inspired by a recent news article about a young guy who got a second chance in life with a heart transplant (his doctors did not think he was the right candidate because of his part. .. but some social bodies got together to ensure he got a new heart) and met with in an accident driving a stolen car during a police chase after having threatened an old lady, and died.

I see you get into the car,
I see you look so much better.
I see you wave your hands,
And start to zoom latter.
I think to myself.. i gave you my heart.

They said you were weak,
They said you could not be trusted.
But other believed in you,
Just needed time to get adjusted.
I think to myself.. i gave you my heart.

You proved them wrong,
All those who gave you a glance.
You went back on your word,
You spit on the second chance.
I think to myself.. I gave you my heart.

As you zoom away I look behind,
The destruction you left.
Cops chasing, people cursing,
All those believer bereft.
I think to myself.. I gave you my heart.

You have nowhere to go,
Stuck between the car and pole.
Hurting my folks, thinking you deserved,
Leaving them with a big hole.
I think to myself... I gave you my heart.

They thought I could live through you,
You could feel the love I had for the rest.
They thought you would become a better person,
With my heart beating inside your chest.
I think to myself.. I gave you my heart.

And now my heart has started to slow down,
It has lost all hope.
And here I am, fading away and thinking to myself...
Why did I give you my heart..

Pretender

Things are what they seem and not what they are,
Who knows what I see as red, you see the same.
It is a pretense that we believe in,
My thoughts may seem like it is real lame.

Ages back, it was known the world's an illusion,
We knew it and called it "Maya".
And still we believe in it as though it's real,
Searching for some place to go "Higher".

We pretend, we lie, we claim it does no harm,
Till we look into the mirror and see.
The burden we carry, the struggle we face,
The inner self trying to burst out free.

We hold back hurt, so we do not hurt anybody,
We hold back pain just the same.
We let is build and let it fester, like a volcano,
Waiting to burst one day and nothing to claim.

We pretend everything is okay when we know otherwise,
We believe we are being brave somehow.
We pretend that everyone is okay and it is not,
And keep up the pretense for now.

I would like a world where one is really free,
To be what I want to be, open never in a bind.
I would like to a world where there is no one fake,
Innocent as a child, no malice in my mind.

But I know that's never gonna happen,
And I know I am a Pretender......