I know friends come and go

I know the ones you miss
Are the ones you cared about
I know the ones you fight to keep
Are the ones that were the best

But I don't know why
Friends leave
Without saying
Goodbye

You hate the people
That reflect the weak parts of you
That's what I use to think
Your worst moments
Are the ones that you remember
At least that's what I'm told
And your biggest enemies
Are what shape you the most
That's what I learned

I can't tell if I changed for good
I don't know if I am getting better
I can see the lines are not parallel
But we may intersect

Is I true that my actions
Aren't mine
Is really just a mime
Of what I've seen
Could I actually
Be imitating hate

I use to think I had it bad
And sure yea I've been through ****
But that's in the past
I use to write all sad
And sure yea sometimes I get gloomy

But that's over

Now I'm gonna write funny
Or at least try my humor is not good
But better then my rhymes
And I'm not in it for the money
No... no one laughed
It's suppose to be a bad rhyme
thats part of the joke
Oh... so my poem is a joke
Well you wanna no what
*It is a **** fine joke then

I use to chase sanity
Thought it would bring happiness
But now I've embraced crazy
And all the stories we bring

I use to strive for normal
Thought it would bring friends
But now I've pursue weird
And all the jokes it brings

I use to wish for silence
Thought it would bring the better me
But now I embrace the noise
And all the imperfections I bring

I still dream for love
Thought it would bring peace
But I still chase that dream
And all of its foolishness

What is the ultimate evil
Well pineapples on pizza
Where is that stored
In pandora's pizza box

What the ultimate evil for men
Talking about the deep stuff
And no guys not ***
The feels that we repress
That we keep
In our Mandora's box

No these feels are like pineapples
Some people are totally fine with them
And even share them
Though most people don't want them to

But sooner or later
You will come across pineapple pizza
And just like the feels
You can ignore it
But it's still there on the counter
And sure some could throw it away
But then your throwing away pizza

You could pick off the pineapples
But there is still that juice
Just like there is still that fear
When you talk even selectively about feels

Ok so just eat all the pineapples
No chance not for you
Not opening up to you
But you got to open up to somebody
And maybe they make the pineapples
Taste like a meat lover deep dish
Probably not but maybe
Just a little better