I have an opinion, you do, too,
But yours is merely "fact"
I shout and scream, you do not listen,
For your voice is a broken record track
I explain my feelings, my heart, my soul-
He was wrong, and I was right
But you don't here, I defy your facts-
Breaking people must be such a delight
The question- forced, the answer- disliked
So the question was asked again
I try to explain, to take solice in you,
But you smile and push me towards them
No one listens, for my opinion is "wrong,"
But what truly is wrong and right?
For if the purpose of right is to create your own facts,
I'd rather be wrong than be right
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Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
