mistrust
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Dang it all why does inspiration come at two oh three am?
I'm listening to the wind blow Grandma’s wooden wind chimes
together to the
tickticktick
Parents.
I no longer view this word this way
P4r3nT5.
Now this is much better
A mess of stuff that is put together to make it look, decent.
Help!
I did it again.
I walked to the priest with my face reflecting pain.
I said to him, “Priest, you are the modern quintessence of Cain!”
“Priest, you are this society’s pain!”
It stings deep inside
Though it reveals itself
As righteous anger
Or perhaps
A blind fury
Is more accurate
Your blood roars
With the urge
To inflict pain
Only later
I've tried evading the situation
but I have bled for too long
and I can no longer be strong
My heart has called for a confrontation.
The betrayal is quite tiresome
Isn't it strange how we can have so many friends, yet feel so alone?
Isn't it strange how someone we know can become someone we knew?
All was in vain
We knew it
Our hearts have fractured
But only I am pierced by the shards
Now words are exchanged
You didn’t know how you spoke
Through the emptiness of your eyes
The belief of who you were is as irrelevant as crayons to dog food,
Finally been thinking about all those thoughts in your head
and those feelings that wouldn't come out?
Sometimes you can't say it out loud,
I am a driver, halting at stop signs;
only staying briefly at each one.
I am concentrated on a single mysterious destination.
And perhaps I veer off the road
running into a stop sign and leaving a mark
People stand behind me
Supporting me
Cheering me on
They're my closest friends
In front of me
Are my enemies
I know they hate me
Their faces filled with disgust
How could You?
Maybe it was all in my head,
believing we were different,
that'd we last longer.
I see the way You look at her,
it crushes me to watch.
It's not me you watch.
The rods are all broken
The curtains are torn
The windows are cracked
The floorboards are worn
So much time wasted
Cleaning out dust
You marched in with mud
Hate and mistrust
