it's strange,
along the time, we are all lost
i'm so lost
parents are strange,
i barely know them in exchange
sometimes, it's love
i am swimming in a sea of words
attempting to keep my head above
because it's a double-edged sword
it still feels flying like dove
plaster on burns
i'm floating high
ignoring the future mourns
silently loud at night
so be careful,
don't look down
you might drown
it will be pitiful
to see the words eating you
it's strange,
sometimes, it's guilt
life is not always affordable
i feel so sorry for them
that i'm not considerable
sometimes, it's fury
their comments, nasty and blurry
i am swimming in a sea of words
attempting to keep my head above
and it's tiresome to read between the lines
it's impossible,
they're so irresponsible
my poor ears, they won't forget
they taped plaster on burns
on terrible wounds, i mourn
it terribly hurts
i'm still enjoying floating high
like a dove
it's strange.
