I wrote this one day when I felt liek shiet. Or was really tired. Or both.
Kinda like raeging but on paper.
Anyways, since I got some "bonus marks" for writing this crap in LA class, Might as well show you guys here.
It doesn't even look like poetry but whatever :u
Sometimes I can be a real fucking Idiot... or maybe it's because I never had the time and luck to choose the right words, even though I already knew how I felt.
No other I ever have Encountered had ever 'wanted to see what was really going on', just me.
Who was left alone after venturing too far past the wall that kept me in, and no matter how loud my cry they still refused, to heed my poor soul and it's beckoning for mercy.
This itself is Idiocy but the next set of words are well chosen, however only scratching the surface of my reasoning and understanding of the ultimate puzzle that binds my soul to the hell that is reality;
Why.
I mean not for Constant flux of Emotion and Depression but I feel awry.
There is good within the world but... I feel so much... Disdain.
And I hate to say it so. I'm not better. But I'm not blind. Neither am I Cold.
Though sometimes I may as well be.
Indifferent to anything I ever dabble with.
C'est la vie. And God Help Me if I am Immortal.
And then he was liek
BONUS MARKS BEITCH (
YEEEEAAAAH!)
Meh.
