I can't explain my world,
as I'm sure you'd say the same,
But why is how I live
considered such a shame?
If something can't be changed,
how do you suppose I fix it?
Magic, some pills...
a "bottle" fully loaded?
But wait...
have you ever considered
-no, it couldn't be true-
that, you're wrong, I'm right...
I'm smarter that you assume?
Take a look through my eyes,
come on, test out my vision.
Tell me that the picture
isn't impossibly bigger.
But after all, you know what's best.
I'm but a child stumbling through.
Wishing upon star after star,
that happiness could consume.
In a distant place.
In a different time.
With someone far away.
I can live out my days,
without having to wish
most of my life away.
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Pointless Words
PoetryHi everyone. I don't expect for this to get reads at all. It's just a little poem -if it could even be called that- of my jumbled up feelings. People have been getting to me lately about certain topics, and I'm simply trying this out as a way to get...
