Why did you make me such a sensitive child?
Why did you make me care so much it hurts
Whether it's joy or sadness?
God!
The apathy in the world is enough to make my heart break
Yet at the same time,
An anger rises in me,
To do the opposite and not break or fold.
I want there to be so much hope in me
That powerful people plot my murder
Because if that were true
Then Ganhdi
And Dr. King still live.
Goddess!
The ignorance and brainwashing that makes good people
Things they ought not to,
Make my blood boil,
And my heart ache to reach them
Inside those internal prisons
They don't really want to be in
In the first place
Only a rare few are
Truly happy
Being that miserable.
You are not allowed
To just read
Or just hear
These words
I touch you
Because deep down
You long to feel
Feel anything
Because life in America
Or in the world
Has become a series of actions
To kill time
We have to somehow
Make sense of why we would murder such a thing as time.
We have to justify somehow
That it is ourselves we
Are killing
Somehow it is socially acceptable
To murder
To commit suicide
If it is done slowly
How messed up is that?!!?!?!?!?
There are no laws against it,
Unless it is fast.
How ironic that a quick death is seen as merciful for animals in pain
And a quick death for humans in pain is a crime?
Shehe,
Why did you make me feel these things so deeply?
Why have you burdend me with this heart
That always feels like
It's going to explode
Perhaps I am a grenade
Meant to break the walls of Jericho
Round apathetic hearts
It's torcher
But I am glad I feel
Something,
Better than nothing.
