I try my best to make others happy, I put in all efforts to see their smile.
I just want to be somebody that everyone can talk to; someone they'd put on speed dial.
But it seems like everyone I'm calling has been ignoring my calls now for a while.
I don't understand this situation when I'm going the extra mile.
My call is a call to justice, a call to put all this destruction to an end.
Because it seems like the crime stories in our news are following the same trend.
People, how can we be united if we can't hear my call or understand,
That we have to apologize and make ways right with anyone that we offend.
I'm tired of being passed by, of my words being forsaken.
I'm sick of the scandals and lies when all these measures to stop them have been taken.
People are you listening; up you go from this slumber, it's time to awaken.
I feel my efforts are in vain. Welcome to the world I'm in.
YOU ARE READING
IM JUST TROUBLE
PoetryMy soul is ink waiting to be made into words. My heart is a pen to channel my soul unto paper. And my mind is the human to wield my heart.
