Thin world
But thick emotions
We grant anger
With murder
Gift sadness
With suicide
Happiness?
Insanity.
Fear...
Fear supports the others
Fear always wavers
He doesn't know what side should he go on
Should he be the up stander
Or the one...
The one that watches them fall
But Fear always chooses in the end
And that end is the victim
Because the victim either went to Sadness
Or anger...
And sometimes happiness
Sometimes.
But the conflicter
She's all.
She's scared
She's angry
She's sad
She's happy
She's human
And we can't stop what we are made for
So we'll be human
Even if it means death.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
