It’s really quite pathetic
How you follow each other
Talk nonsense
Pointless
Going around contradicting peoples beliefs
Making their heads go topsy turvy
Angering them
Not to prove themselves
But to open your shut doors
Trying to help
Nope, wrong, not right
That’s all you ever breath
Look deep within you
What do you see?
Wires and sparks
Intertanling, not a start, not an end
Really try to find YOU
He likes to philosophize
And now, so do you
Please, please, please
Find your own path
Your own You
Not a pre made “FROM:___”
You speak but your own thoughts don't spill
Then how can you heal?
Your hunger for words needs to be filled
Your intellect so empty
Really, I do have great empathy for you
For your need and desire to learn
Searching for you and the words to learn to thrive
Look at my diction
and learn
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
