This Poem May Not Be For You
In a perfect world monsters wouldn’t creep
They wouldn’t bother little kids while they sleep
They would make keeping a secret a burden so deep
I am a member of a group called scorned
Where fathers show up but never stay to perform
Where mothers stay up late at night weeping instead of sleeping
And where grandmothers pray for healing
Where churches ask for donations but no one is giving
In a world asking for answers no one is listening
The American Dream is bending
My generation believes that success includes drugs, money, and stripping
Sometimes I picture myself running through the jungle blind
and when i put my emotions to paper i lose my mind
If im a little antisocial please forgive me
But people always take and forget to give me
Im always last on the list
Im always the name they thought of but missed
“Oh i didnt think you would of came”
“I thought you were doing something”
Did you ask or did you not plan on my attendance?
I’ve never let my need for happiness turn into dependance
I’ve never let my circumstances rob me of my dreams
I refuse to let the struggle strangle whats mine
I am destined for a path that not too many take
And if they do often they have to fake
They even act like they’re one way just to make friends
I’d rather be myself and alone
at least i don’t have to pretend
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