Autumn Rose Wood Poet I do not know?

Shallow

We walk around in human shells
Forgetting how fragile we all are
We pretend we are strong

Not weak

We mock the poor
And hate the different for what they seek

We let our souls shrivel with starvation

We bath the surface with water and perfume
And prance in silk threads amidst a full moon

Worshipping
The I
The sky
The lie

Why?

Not right

But wrong to focus on the negative things 

Here I am, doing that very deed
I guess I am painted
Tarred with my own pen

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Cesar Cantu June 2, 2009 at 12:47 PM Like the last stanza and the way of stompy lines in the near end jojojo makes a lot of emphasis, beating, waterfalling; thanks for the experience =D