Poems

A Series Of Questions

A Series Of Questions

I'm going to ask you a series of questions,

Don't answer them,

They are rhetorical;

Who is your favourite singer?

Is your brother taller or shorter than you?

Can I borrow a pencil?

How old were you when it happened?

How hot was it outside?

Was the glass half full, or half empty?

Do you care?

What's your favourite colour?

What do you love the most?

If I really asked,

Most of you could of answered this,

Easily.

Gerard Way.

Shorter.

No.

Twelve, at the time.

It was hot as hell.

Half empty.

Not really.

Neon green.

....

But the last question makes you think.

You love your mother.

Your father.

Your brother, sister, cousin, aunt, uncle;

You love your favourite book,

You love a certain band.

Maybe a pet you have had most of your life.

The list goes on, and on;

Really,

It's never-ending,

But how long would it take,

Before you said,

I love myself.

~Kai B(Ru)