People whisper about you
They think you're odd
So you walk right past them
Because they just don't understand
Teachers flunk you
They think you're stupid
So you accept the fail grade
Because they just don't understand
Music calms you
You fingers skip over the piano
They pluck at the guitar strings
And it is the only thing that understands
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poeziei won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
