Randomness...
Author: rugged_onePlease don't tell me its ok and that positive thoughts will brighten my day, you see its my right to be who I want to be, life leaves scars on all of us I don't need no one making a fuss, I think its the negative people which make the world a positive place positive people equal a plastic face, the truth within gives pain and its my right should I choose to sit in the rain, I don't hate people they hate me looking through glazed greedy eyes their contempt for me is hard for them to disguise, so I just fight fight fight no one anywhere has the right to tell me which way to live my life, I don't mind being on the outside looking in watching observing from my point of safety.
No one can hurt me anymore as I've chosen to shut the door on a culture that can't handle the truth and its people like me who are the proof, why do they feel the need to heal/cure people like me? I'll tell you why cause the truth in my eyes makes them uncomfortable with their own lies...
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Posted: Mon Nov 2, 2009 9:36 PM CST
About this poem:
my thoughts