They teach us not to judge
But our brains are filled with blackened sludge
It's oddly fascinating
The way hate is so plentiful
But yet they tell us to be respectful
Our futures are just dreadful
It's beautiful
The way we are ignorant
The bliss
The blindness
Of our mothers kindness
The odd words we use
Against the ones we abuse
It's beauty
In the most hateful way
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
