I envy you who walk around so gayly,
Without a care in the world,
Without a worry,
You prance around your house,
Tragically filled with flowers,
As I walk past on the filthy sidewalk,
I don't stop in fear of the joy,
So march on with your proud smiles surgically plastered on your faces,
As I trudge through the destruction you leave behind.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
I envy you who walk around so gayly,
Without a care in the world,
Without a worry,
You prance around your house,
Tragically filled with flowers,
As I walk past on the filthy sidewalk,
I don't stop in fear of the joy,
So march on with your proud smiles surgically plastered on your faces,
As I trudge through the destruction you leave behind.
It's a poem
