Let me tell you a story.
Let it seep into your soul.
Maybe one day,
You will look back,
And question what you read.
Here we go:
The trees are green he says,
But everyone disagrees,
They say they are red.
The sky is blue.
No it's pink.
The clouds are white.
Black, they correct.
A joke maybe
Maybe that's why they lie
But I believe it with every piece of me,
The trees are green
The sky is blue
And the clouds are white.
So what do you think,
Are they lying or telling the truth?
Be careful what you say.
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So I am going back and reading this and it doesn't even make sense to me anymore. I think it was supposed to be about perception and how by telling someone that what they are feeling (like depression, anxiety etc) was wrong or just a phase. That those people might take it more negatively and do more bad than good. I don't remember.
But be careful what you say. As hangman taught us. Saying the wrong thing could kill someone.
Good day/night
Ash
YOU ARE READING
Fight the Darkness
PoesiaPoetry can say a lot about a person. How they feel, what they believe in. I like to think of all this as a way I represented myself, as well as how I still do. Please enjoy and forgive my terrible errors; some of these were written 3 (or more) years...
