People say honesty is the best policy
But I'm so frank
That my lips are bleeding
Because the truth hurtsI run back and forth
Through my mind looking for the change
People claim I need
But all I ever find are bills;
No quarters or penniesMaybe I'm looking in the wrong couch
Maybe I don't change my pants enoughI keep saying
"The person you see isn't really me"
But do you listen?
No, why?
You don't pay attention
Because you can't afford it
Maybe you should have the billsI make my bed everyday
But someone else lies in it
Simply because they fear consequences of truthWe often hardly fit
"A push-up a day
Keeps the fat away"
Or so they sayI won't take out the trash
I'll throw it in a pit
Burn it to ash
Cover it and spit
It won't be simple.
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Bleak Mind View
PoetryJust a few poems I composed and put together...Take them as you will