What's the point of all this
Being on this earth I mean
Ever day we do the same thing
Or so we think
We all fight to 'live' but who are you to tell what 'living' is
Hell death could be better then this sorry place
We wake up but are we turly awake
We open our eyes but they are not ours
Its what other put into our mind to view the world the way they do
As they say the'right way'
The best way
The normal way
The perfect way
I laugh at the thought
Us? This world? This place? Perfect?
That's what T.V shows made us believe when we were younger
That all the world problems could be solve in a hour or less
As if
The point of this is to try and help you open your eyes
Because as my twin once said (An: __AngelWorld)
'Where ever darkness must fall there is light to guide you...'
An: Thanks Angel. Because of you you help my enjoy writing again!
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Normal Is Boring
PoetryThis is going to be full with things I write and feel everyday. Don't like it? Go fuck yourself!