Ugly Little People

What do you think this means, son it means your a no one just another from the gutter who wants to smother me to get his rocks off and so it goes on I guess its so, huh? I guess I am just so cool everyone just wants to know one thing, and I don't care (he's way beyond whats going on here) its all dark and gloomy outside might as well weather into silence ain't noboy got no time for violence it rarely touches me words that seldom hurt like a car accident, suddenly a barrier, and an exit when I don't like it here, except for the rare true kindness that still makes me cry and its my own beauty that reminds me I'm human even if my soul is no longer in tact for the devil to tow and his little satans prodding me, like a cow not reacting, for now I know, the wisdom and skill inside me grows like the sickness in your little ugly person shell like the many hopeless headed to hell welcome to my spiritual playground
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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