All But This Day

Summary

The text is a reflective and poignant piece exploring the struggle of hiding one's true self and the desire for genuine connection and understanding.

Abstract

The poem "All But This Day" delves into the internal conflict of concealing one's identity behind superficial facades, a common practice in society. It conveys a deep yearning for authenticity and the courage to embrace one's true self, despite the fear of judgment and the pain of past experiences. The author emphasizes the importance of trust and emotional bonds over physical connections, questioning societal norms and the pursuit of happiness. The narrative suggests that true happiness may be found in honesty and vulnerability, even if it means breaking away from the familiar and facing the consequences of embracing one's own truth.

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The author critiques the societal tendency to hide behind appearances and material possessions, suggesting that this behavior is a form of self-deception.
There is a sense of frustration towards those who distort the truth for their own gain, while hypocritically labeling others as mentally unstable.
The poem expresses that the strength of a relationship is not defined by physicality but by mutual trust and emotional understanding.
It acknowledges the difficulty in breaking free from societal expectations due to the excitement and comfort found in the familiar, even if it is harmful.
The text questions the idea that adhering to societal standards is a source of guidance, implying that it may actually be divisive.
The author admits to not having all the answers but feels that the current state of affairs is not evolving in a positive direction.
There is a contemplation of the potential guilt associated with pursuing personal joy and whether embracing the truth can maintain the purity of a bond.
The poem concludes with the author's uncertainty about the future but implies a willingness to walk away in search of a more authentic existence, cherishing the memories of all experiences except the current day.

Hiding from truth in a lifelong game of hide and don’t seek

Behind a painted mask Nice clothes and shoes that weren’t cheap, all day listening while absentmindedly wiggling toes of pretty little feet. Feeling much less than the mirror let us see, hiding from Truth in a lifelong game of Hide but don’t Seek.

Right now, I need you to listen to me: without you, I’d find myself anything but complete. Inverse is how you’ve always seen the way that this thing is supposed to be.

A light in a house, a beacon in fog, a mark of safe travel— I’ve been lost for so long. My first glimpse of happiness and of course, it’s wrong.

According to who? Those who fuck Truth? Bend it over and enter, violating what’s You? And they call me mental — but still there’s a difference between crazy and blue.

We think it’s strength that defines us when it only divides us by compulsion to swat at the blessings provided by anyone not fitting their standards of guidance.

It feels infinitely safer to continue to hide Us, especially when it's our only source of excitement. Anything we decide, the Truth doesn’t hide, it’s there, forever, growing inside us.

Some bonds are more powerful than physical touch. And some bonds never make it past physical lust. The best bonds, in my mind, are those based on Trust. But after lifetimes of pain, fears and tears, enough is enough.

How long will we keep each other at bay? How long will the same ‘ol stay unchanged? Will one day we snap and give in to our thoughts? Desires and passions and the rest that we lost?

And then if we should, will we only break more? Will the guilt born of joy be the thing to endure? Will the Truth be enough to keep our bond pure?

I don’t know the answers solutions or solves, but tell me you feel like this hasn’t evolved. Tell me you feel like walking away and walk I will, forever remembering; all but this day.