The world is in constant motion
So it's easy to fall down
When you get this out of balance
Your smile becomes a frown
I'm tired of this repetition
I'm tired of being confused
Why did I go along with it all?
I mean I guess it's called being abused
Let's make this a party
I'll make the music
You can dance with the chaos
Till you're dizzy and homesick
Then you can go crying
To the hope that isn't there
Really you're just saying
That this isn't fair
You call me a monster?
Well what about you?
This damage isn't all from me
This is what WE do
So let yourself get dizzy
Let yourself be mad
Don't think about how you'll feel later
It won't be that bad
Aren't you sick of the endless noise?
Aren't you sick of the lies?
If you really don't want to see them dying
Just close your dizzy eyes
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote. Mostly not about happy stuff. They usually rhyme. First one doesn't.