To close a book unread
As if to kill a person unknown
Is to judge a path you never took or lead
Nothing but a fake
Nothing but a clone
It's not as if you knew what was beyond the very first page
Or the life of another
It's people like you who leave me in such a rage
The people who fail to see the colors
Life is so much more than black and white
Colors mix and change you know
There isn't always going to be a wrong or a right
Things are hidden beneath the surface
Things don't always show
Because scars can heal
People can change
Don't ignore how others feel
No matter how weird
No matter how strange
Life's about coexisting here
Not about rising to the top
Can't you see?!
Life's about learning to listen
Learning to HEAR
It's not all about Me. Me. Me.
YOU ARE READING
Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoetryThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
