Them

People rush pass you
I bet you don’t see them
and if you do they’re probably an error
an error in your sight
Despite, what you may think there’s another side 
which holds...............
A side that is cold 
There hatred, pain, unruly love unfolds 
People there are different
They give a different treatment
They are distant
They are also down
They always wear a frown
Broken people walk freely around
The less spoken word is happiness
Please don’t call them depressed
It’s more deeper, stronger
It’s like a disorder of feeling empty
There’s never a reason to worry
because the nothing worse
It’s like a curse
            They feel as if life is passing them by
They may feel like they want to die
so they cry, every chance they get, they cry
so you wonder why?
Why do they feel this way?
Why do they feel it every day?
My thoughts about why they feel this way?
Why they feel it everyday
is because of something that happened maybe long ago
something memorable, so memorable 
they’re forced to know 
but they can’t let it show
so quietly they cope
You’re probably sitting down
Watching them walk around
Wondering what’s wrong with them
There is nothing as crazy as them
Just remember 
There is a place, not a town
Broken people walk freely around
The less spoken word is happiness
Please don’t call me depressed
It’s deeper, stronger
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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