My Spoken Word.

My life.

I have only one wish in life.

It was never to be played like a fife.

But in this life, nothing can complete that wish.

All it is, is just an itch.

No one actually cares about each other.

What about the life of my sisters and brothers.

Ha that's a funny question that I don't know.

All I know is my life is like an arrow.

Getting shown the way to go.

But never really understanding what to do.

Now if you ask me, I would had my life put simply.

My life would be put down quickly and clearly but never strictly.

I would have never been hit and bruised.

Because that makes you feel refused.

I also never would want all the tears, I have cried, leak from my tired and lifeless eyes.

But life can be a surprise.

Abused, Accused, Bruised, Refused, Unimproved those are some big words that go unused.

Some people just end up being amused.

Now if we get back to the topic at hand.

My life would be sorta like a band.

Maybe even like a orchestra.

Different types of of music, but left with something extra.

Extra, you might be thinking, what do you mean by extra, extra would be he meaning behind that piece of music.

That thing you are never sure of until it is made clear.

I just know there should be nothing to fear.

If life was peaceful and had no war.

There would be no guns and no tears that pour.

But we all make mistakes.

They aren't that hard to make.

Being scared and feeling unprepared,

Is a nasty feeling that just isn't spared.

Now take it from me, things should be free.

Free to do, what people see.

It would make life seem like a convenience store or even better put a candy store.

With all the candy to choose, but never the satisfaction that we look for.

There are always people who are greedy,

Some people can even be needy.

But we can all make a difference

And change other peoples preference.

We can all stop the small things that we don't want from happening.

By stopping that swing from colliding.

And bandaging up that scrape and making sure it doesn't turn into a scar.

Even though things may seem so far, They are very near.

It doesn't matter who we are or what we look like, but it depends who you hold dear.

Can you trust a person, with your secrets, and will they keep them?

I say trust is like a brush, or maybe like a gem.

A very rare thing to hold, that isn't fake but is pure.

Just make sure it won't rupture.

You might not believe me and that I am telling the truth, so take a step back and count the stars.

As I count them from behind these bars.

My life is hard to explain, can you explain yours.