The only person who cared enough
I treated as if they were less than they were worth.

The only one in the night I could like
I completely ignored.

It’s not that I don’t care...

It's just that I don’t understand.

People pass by all the time.

Life is like a movie
except badly written
and always ending
before you find the plots points.

Frustration!

As someone calls out and isn’t heard.

Frustration!

As the news become stale.

Frustration!

As I sit alone and write my hate.

Frustration!

As you read and form your opinion  
and miss what I mean.

On golden ray days
my sky is black and green.

My thoughts are off and broken apart,
and within the scattered, shattered, shards
you can almost make out...

Something recognizable...

Something you could almost believe in...

Something you could almost see inside your own reality.