"Why do you write a poem?"
"Poems are so deep."
"I hate thinking deep."
"Eww, so meaningful and dark."
"Ugh, thats so sad."
Those are the words I always hear.
Whenever Im there, here, or near.
They talk about my poems behind my back
Sometimes if they could, they might throw me a rock.
Funny how they knew.
Funny how they find out.
Because that girl that I trusted
Bursted it all out.
Life, life, life.
Is this what they call life?
Is life the thing that makes you get a knife?
Im tired, arent you?
They are living in a world full of lies.
In a world they think they'll be famous.
In a world they think everyone likes them.
But, they're wrong.
This is a world that is dangerous.
They should open their eyes and start entering reality.
And entering reality starts by understanding deep poems.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
"Why do you write a poem?"
"Poems are so deep."
"I hate thinking deep."
"Eww, so meaningful and dark."
"Ugh, thats so sad."
Those are the words I always hear.
Whenever Im there, here, or near.
They talk about my poems behind my back
Sometimes if they could, they might throw me a rock.
Funny how they knew.
Funny how they find out.
Because that girl that I trusted
Bursted it all out.
Life, life, life.
Is this what they call life?
Is life the thing that makes you get a knife?
Im tired, arent you?
They are living in a world full of lies.
In a world they think they'll be famous.
In a world they think everyone likes them.
But, they're wrong.
This is a world that is dangerous.
They should open their eyes and start entering reality.
And entering reality starts by understanding deep poems.
