Charades, Parades and Video Games

dead on the inside rotten one the outside should go and hide but hindered by my pride try to be unique but treated like a leper standing tall but crumbling under pressure take a look and you’ll see its a charade marching like pro lifers at a pro choice parade in the midst of something you don’t understand watching and waiting for that elusive master plan life is a gift that you should not be missing but have you ever heard of re gifting? all lives are equal! what a useless joke search for that truth through the deceptive smoke I’m not one to criticize what I don’t understand or to preach about putting it to the man that chapters over we know we cant win but is wanting something better really a sin? I write poems about what I feel or know this ones my heart despite the freak show aim for something better but to slow on the draw work for what you want. guess what my hands are raw I’m still homeless, jobless, and trying to persevere regardless things look up and then you get hit the hardest this isn’t a complaint or a plea for help I don’t want anyone I’m better by myself trust in those who are closest to you I looked for help and instead got pushed through I’m done with this poem and I’m sure you are too just remember the only person there for you is you