Justcallme Britt Poet Lyric

Statistic

I'm somebody I don't want to be

Sick in the mind 

Is how trusted ones have nurtured me

Sweet and naive 

What a bad combination

Torn to shreds and built up 

Into a new creation

Sometimes I sleep

And don't dream

But have flashbacks

And see pictures with bad means

"Get this out of my head

Its driving me mad!"

But who do I tell this to

I don't want to relive

What I didn't want to go through

I cry 

But what does this do

I want to know the soulless

Who've affected me hurt, too

I don't care about their presents, futures, or pasts

The thought of my welfare on their minds was last

I only hope that in the future

I'll avoid another life altering calamity

With man

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Keith Bickerstaffe June 2, 2012 at 9:56 PM Compelling, and strongly worded. I've always tried to avoid conformity, and calamity, and any kind of labelling or pigeonholing, by which I mean avoiding BEING a statistic... I'm too sneaky! Keith Justcallme Britt June 2, 2012 at 10:08 PM HAHA! You come off as such a free-spirite and that is SO cool to me. Thank you for taking the time to supply me with feedback. Greatly appreciated :)

Pace Ink-U-Script June 1, 2012 at 3:58 PM Love it, love it, and love it!!! Though correct "presents"--to presence..this is an awesome write here..excellent with intense emotions. Justcallme Britt June 1, 2012 at 4:42 PM AWWW!!! Thanks for taking the time to read my poems :) Also thanks for keeping it real and telling me about that error