Mar 2017
I cant even put my finger on where my mood is
right now.
I feel so much sympathy shoot me with a rifle
I don’t even know how.
Digging in the dirt trying to find something that
looks colorful.
How funny it is that we are so oblivious that what
we do may be hurtful.
To someone,
somebody,
someone else,
a person.
A man,
a woman,
a child,
a human.
What we do for ourselves and how our family and friends
will either open or simmer their eyes.
Careful what you wish for,
that fight,
that argument,
that controlling move,
that demand,
command,
reprimand,
could be the next one who dies.
These are not
lies.
right now.
I feel so much sympathy shoot me with a rifle
I don’t even know how.
Digging in the dirt trying to find something that
looks colorful.
How funny it is that we are so oblivious that what
we do may be hurtful.
To someone,
somebody,
someone else,
a person.
A man,
a woman,
a child,
a human.
What we do for ourselves and how our family and friends
will either open or simmer their eyes.
Careful what you wish for,
that fight,
that argument,
that controlling move,
that demand,
command,
reprimand,
could be the next one who dies.
These are not
lies.
There are times in life something or someone might change. People come and go, and just because something or someone was right then, doesn't mean it still is. It is hard and hurtful to see relationships, family, and friendships fall apart and to see things in a whole new place and perspective. Call me a placater, a coward, or a wimp, but I choose to be forgiving and respectful to people I see everyday despite that I feel anger and rage, I keep that to
myself.
myself.
