Hope and Love but Doubt

"If you want this disease"
It's a choice.
"If you want to set your heart free"
Have a voice.
What most don't comprehend
is what we can't see.
Hold love, Hope and doubt in your hands.
"who do you want to be?"
These three components, they're straight fact
A disease you can choose to consume.
"But once you agree, you can't turn back"
They're toxic and permanent fumes.
These terms of hope? Patience it ignores
A happily fought feud in your heart.
Terminate patience an dpain will restore
A pain shot to skin like a dart.
This agreement that love beckons?
Well, now you're just screwed.
It'll enlighten for vary seconds
then infect you, like you knew.
But doubt is the cancer cell
it's a packaged deal
with Hope and Love, can you tell?
This will make you feel.
It's a disease you can never rid
And in Radiation Love will grow
Forgetting everything that they did
Acceptance will make your heart glow.
It's a disease that we all once chose.
Wheter you, or you, ever knew
In our eyes in reflects and show
to terms we couldn't hold true.
It's a black and white romance
That infects us and shouts
Shaking our bones, making us dance
with hope and love--
Cancerous with doubt,
I see it in you, and you , and you.
Remember when you stop glowing
that is overdue when you lose your crown,
that Hope and Love are temporarily a happy defeat
And it breaks you down.
You, and you, and you, to the soles of your feet,
And of course, me, too.