'You're not special', you say.
God, I hope I'm not.
I do, actually, wanna
come to find
that this experience
is something that's shared
with all of us humans.
'cause if it is
then why's no one talkin'
'bout this shit?
Does it always, always, often
seem like there's someone
who we're all tryin' to be?
When, in reality,
we can't even be ourselves properly?
Whoa, okay!
Didn't mean to drop
one of the biggest Truth-Bombs
of the Twenty-First Century,
but, come on!
Are you really gonna tell me
that you don't go through the similar things
within your own heart,
like we don't bleed?
Brother-
Sister,
the hard, wooden floor
makes us all careen back in agony
when we trip in our socks,
gettin' lemonade
at three'in'the'morning.
YOU ARE READING
This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoetryPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)
