I stay focused on the pain and hatred inside my own
that I overlook that a lot have the same tone
actually a higher pitch,
more bass, more UGHF
a sadder face—
People are crying, drowning, dying,
and left with so much pain
and I be feeling like that’s my sort of pain
but I would know,
those pain ain’t the same
See to them, I have it great
but to me I don’t see the same
even though theirs is bigger then mines
I can’t discuss what I feel inside
although I try, what’s inside is not shy
it doesn’t leave until I believe that I will be fine
and that takes time
but really all I feel like I’m doing
to the thing I’m pursuing, is assuming it will bring me happiness
As I wonder about the future gifts,
the presents I’m receiving
feel more like I’m dreaming,
you wonder why that is ?
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