What is led by friends
What isn't truly by faith
What my friends think of me,
Seems to be most important.
Because I can't truly think for myself,
So I'll let them pick my worth,
-So it's goodluck with my everlasting satisfaction search
Deep are my wounds,
Caused by my interest in majority rules;
Bad is always sugar coated,
Didn't think I was actually being fooled,
-- because dumb to me was viewed as cool
And I guess I used the wrong material with my tools
Confusion of happiness
We are fierce;
We are bold,
For the ones that we call the carriers...
--of our lives
"The bees of our hives"
Ours "honey's" are our barriers
For what we are,
The fierce is the star
But held by their lack of manners
To them it's cool,
For them to be rude
Confusion Of Happiness
So tedious!
---I find these boys,
The girls are annoyed
Of your ego...
Too many wrongs,
-- stupidity, she ain't fond
Stop trying to be a hero...
Things you do to fake,
Too many already relate
You ain't alone,
You just have except this bit of fate
Your insecurity's ground will then desenegade
Open then a black whole
A one that's based on positive vibes,
Vibrant waves hitting your head with a harmless headache
And all determined evil will then fall the earth
And boom,
--The sound of serenity
Phoof!
-- the sound of joy
Phow!
-- confirmation of happiness
Once you let go....
You'll never be confused in happiness.
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Confusion Of Happiness
PoetryA beautiful exposure to the roughness and beautiful emotional intensity of a young boy . A cry for help, but yet a better understanding of one's feelings -- both internal and external.
