I spend all my time
Preaching to devils
Who would never understand
A couldn't care in the first place
Ego is not a part of my ploy
Unless of course
Trying to show someone a light
Is egotistical
But
Really
Sadly
Painful as it seems
Disdainful as the schemes
Forgotten as the dreams
That once held this heart afloat
No
No one
No one really cares
And then
Why should I?
Poetry is devolving in front of my eyes, I fight as I might to not be cynical. But this is a community, and I don't want any part. It can be art, doesn't mean that its good. This is a plea
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UZpYuNMxFYA