Lately, I've been told I'm stuck in my own mind set
Where all the negative is stored and ready to be vomited into the faces of people who want to listen
Asleep to all the good things of life and awakened to the sound of a gunshot going off against someones own head
The smell of a person's blood being spilled onto the floor at there own power
And the people that tell me this are expecting me to sit back and let it happen and not try to help
But that's not what I intend on doing
As they're pushing me awake, wanting to open my eyes and forget that people actually do take their own life
But if I've got to wake up to chaos of 'The Man' and him yelling at me about being stuck in the world of negativity and depression instead of all the happiness in the world,
Well then who would know happy if the bad wasn't twice as prominent
All that seem be here is bad, and all the joy is ripped out from underneath us like night
But joy is all I want
So they said one man can't change the world
What could one woman do?
YOU ARE READING
my little book of poems
PoetryWhat the title says these are poems I've written and I want to share them this will PROBABLY be updated bi-daily
