Poetry For Everyday People
Destitute
Back to the wall,
at school,
at party's,
at dances,
in life,
walls seem
the only
thing
I trust
to have my back,
when you constantly
feel cornered, when
you get played young,
it makes your journey
a little stressful,
unpredictably painful,
it makes your days
uneasy, your nights
long,
how do we get this
way?
I think I was born
with it, instincts
leading, heart following,
let down too many times,
skeptical to began with,
then life throws us
some serious life,
but the wall is full
of poetry, at school
the wall was lonely, at
the dance it was our
only friend, in life
something to lean on,
it's just
uncomfortable being around
most people, no shame, no
guilt, don't feel you have
to endure to fit in, we don't
throw roses on a lowering coffin
for the dead,
don't lose too much time
on fitting in, the world
needs us freaks, us beautiful
romantics, fitting in is a death
sentence,
you wanna be the only
butterfly in the fire not burning,
the only source of poetic reason.
at school,
at party's,
at dances,
in life,
walls seem
the only
thing
I trust
to have my back,
when you constantly
feel cornered, when
you get played young,
it makes your journey
a little stressful,
unpredictably painful,
it makes your days
uneasy, your nights
long,
how do we get this
way?
I think I was born
with it, instincts
leading, heart following,
let down too many times,
skeptical to began with,
then life throws us
some serious life,
but the wall is full
of poetry, at school
the wall was lonely, at
the dance it was our
only friend, in life
something to lean on,
it's just
uncomfortable being around
most people, no shame, no
guilt, don't feel you have
to endure to fit in, we don't
throw roses on a lowering coffin
for the dead,
don't lose too much time
on fitting in, the world
needs us freaks, us beautiful
romantics, fitting in is a death
sentence,
you wanna be the only
butterfly in the fire not burning,
the only source of poetic reason.
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