Balance the hope

  Whispers break the air
tightly pressed to see clouds forming.

  I didn't see the affect of my
broken self. How I placed everything
first, how lost I became - for who?

  Balance effects with causes and
still reach no conclusions. Other works
are here. Jehovah.

  Dreams. Memories reckon with
sanity as I spoke aloud about how
lies creased, quaked all around.

  Not sure if anything ever was spoken
truthfully out of those giving orders.
  Never seem to understand the slander
yet still I learn to breathe and
  walk away because no need to try
to reason with the world.

  Nothing there holding me. I drop
all that cater to sweet little liars. They
make me laugh then feel sympathy
for they show their improving signs
but all crawls back their hiding
spots.

  I know you already have. See
the signs.
  Played your cards right but I see
the lies built.

  Hope and prayers, for you, I give - only
       hope I have taken.