My Unstable Poetry

Now

Now is apparent

A reflection in a mirror to all

Sitting here I stand

Stand and show my colors

Breathe this air we call home

I care for you

Now is not when I die

For your savior will chose,

that's how it works, right?

We dream of a happy ending but that never happens

You know it

These souls are equivalent to scum

Deep down they know it hurts

To have a damn good happy ending

You scream in content

Fight with happiness

Clue them with kicks

And then we hide now.