Let them see for themselves
if the grass truly is greener,
let them risk.
Let them fuel their assumptions
without questioning beliefs,
let them catalyse delusions
blending fallacies with dreams.
Let them sink.
Let them build,
brick by brick,
thrones and pedestals
for villains.
Let them shelter
in what ifs
and escape
heartfelt living.
Let them shrink.
Let them hide in distractions,
let them raise their façade.
Let them witness you shatter,
let them lurk from afar.
Let them crack the door open,
just to let hope crawl through.
Let them beg for their healing
from the hell that left them bruised.
Let them dare
to compare.
Let them swear,
let them despair.
Let them glare,
let them not care.
Let them wish they could repair.
Let them set themselves on fire
just to keep others warm.
Let them think they are winning,
let them believe they were wronged.
Let them see for themselves
if the grass truly is greener,
let them ponder, let them weigh,
let them grasp it:
Did they trade imperfect green
for perfect plastic?
Inspired by Cassie Phillips – Just let them
