The Bad Poet

Silences

I see the world as a beautiful thing
People and land
Tons of opportunities
Ways to stand

Standing in a line
Able to be crossed
Different road's
Different signs
Lies but truths

Truths are lies
And words kill but die

Our surroundings are our bases
And the people greed for life
Life is full of greed
And wants
Torture
But pleasure
In the things that we love
The things that we are guilty of
Yet differences are seen wrong
And society has a point of view
Too bad some views
Are exiled by majority

But, Life is messy.
Not one life is more easy than others
Sure, some don't have clean water
Or speak a different way
Feel a different way
Hurt another way
But those seen as perfect have dealt with hurt
Tears and crying
At nights
With no one to talk to
Alone with feel
And they feel just as betrayed

Betrayed that life would hurt them
In a way that all things good
Are gone

that they would push
And mess
And break
Letting it fall

Day by day
And hour by night

We keep quiet
And the next day
We feel.
We're silenced by those who are okay
We ignore the killing frustration
When all we want to do
Is let someone else catch the tears
Of a shattered mind

We want to smile
And frown
And feel
To talk

We thrive for that perfect goal
Yet we don't know what that is
We want to feel happiness
And love
And family
Live
To see
The world

The world
With the bluest blues
And the most stunning waters
The sun
The moon
The stars
Shining brightly

But those stars can't shine
When all thats around them
Are fake plastic lights
And no one sees the stars anymore

This world has lives
And lives are gone

Day by day
And hour by night

And when we are silenced
Out thoughts our hushed into tiny little whispers
Gone
Into the tiny little box
At the end of the earth
And at the very end
That tiny little box is pushed
To nowhere