an old poem

All this time,
All these memories,
they sum up to become,
a heartbreaking treachery.

You grow up believing,
you grow up demanding,
unknown is the deceiving,
part of understanding.

You get your hopes up,
you are naively convinced,
your dreams will be struck,
down by the evince.

No matter how you fight,
courageous acts won’t stop time,
only memories will be by your side,
on the day that you resign

It feels so unfair,
it feels like the biggest crime,
no matter my despair,
a smile is the best I could leave behind.