Indian Burial Ground
The Indian rounds the corner of the room
Seeing the sadness through the eyes of a girl
There are a lot of things about this world that we don't know
the truth behind humanity the heartbeat of ones last breathe
or the pain one suffers mentally
I don't even know if people can see the truth
Or if they shut themselves out of the real and into the fake
We all know the fakness of what a human can put off
We all know the sickness one stores inside their skull
Can we all see what's going on? this day I see some that are still blind
some that are so blind they can not imagine!
The things one can do
The things one may hide
A life filled with questioning
A life full of hate and despair
A life of several lies
A life with no reason of existing
A series of depression
A time of regret
A worry of fear
A fear of ourselves
An unwritten book with no pen to write with
Voice of reason
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2011
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