You try, you really do.
But no, they don’t understand you.
You just want to make it through.
While they still don’t understand you.
You see grey when the sky is blue.
Because they don’t understand you.
You wish they had a clue.
So they could understand you.
You think there is a few.
That could quite possible understand you.
You want to be created new.
So they would understand you.
You found someone else who wanted to be known too.
They understood you.
And for once you were glad you were you.
~Shouykoku.
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Simple Poetry
PoetryJust simple little poems that come to mind. Some are gentle and carefree, the others will bring truth to the harsh reality that life is. Please enjoy, comment, fan or just simply read. C: