Grey people with weird backgrounds. By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
When was there a time when it wasn't so lonely?
I want a time when I'm someone's only.
But who am I to trust somebody's words when so many are phony?
Are you lying to me?
Are you just saying that so that I'll stay in line and look pretty?
Y'know some days I just want to pick up a gun and not pay a fine.
Stop staying in between the lines,
but I can't do that because these lines aren't straight lines anymore.
I can fit in the cracks and crevices,
live a little on both sides like I'm the best at this.
But still I'm feeling not so alright.
It's either black or white
because grey leaves too many questions in the light.
Like which one's more dominant? Am I worse or better off?
And what will people think
when they learn that I'm the one putting together these letters?
People just push people around because they don't know any better.
Then they get caught on their own lies, they become a predator.
Looking out for other people, waiting for the perfect opportunity,
and soon it'll be a betrayal of themselves, that person, and their family.
It's three times over, but they don't care
because they weren't cursed with feelings to keep them away from there.
This is where some things stop, but other things are just getting started.
I don't know if that's a bad thing or if I'm not supposed to have an opinion.
Should it be apart of my mission or is it all irrelevant?
Are we all just selling air to each other until the devil's hand
meddles in civil lands? Will it all fall into a sure fire plan?
Or am I just a weird person who can't find a cure for stupidity?
Ministries not believing in infinity,
there's a print of me and it's ugly as can be, soak it with bleach.
Reach out to new things, and please keep up with modern day simplicity.
But what's so simple is that everything is complicated and it's finished me.
End it please.
Maybe the pain was just to teach us as kids to not touch stoves,
and never let suspicious people sweep us off our feet.
Is that why I'm always burning?
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