Your name is nothing
In this town of lies.
We treat you like dirt
And expect the world from you.
We scream your name in hatred,
We scream your name in vain.
We don't even know you.
I don't even know you,
But I tend not to believe
In things that never showed
Signs of existing.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoesieI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
