why? why do you always see
me as a joke?

why does all my actions
speaks something of the other
to you?

in all your life
did you ever feel
that you're being bullied?

i on the other hand
has been,
always been
the center of
your foolish
jokes...

for several months
i treat you as a friend,
and yet i feel that
you treat me as your
puppet
to feed people as
your entertainer...

have you seen what i feel?
guess not,
i hide it too well
between my laughs
as if there funny
to me,
yet deep inside i
know something
is really wrong...

i wish you knew
how far i've
grown tired
of all the repeated
jokes...

someday
if I can't take it
anymore,
I'll explode
and be secluded
as far away from
your
group...

loneliness has defined
this old soul.
Bittersweet melody
has tuned my way of
living.

I don't know how much
my heart could stand
the weight and wait
for that simple moment,
that single spark
to feel alive
and stop breathing
the ashen smog of reality.

Hungry for some poetry
Gramps will give you words for free.
My write will not cost you a dime
I will make you laugh, **** and cry.
Don't Let the gas go around the room
Smells like skunk, it smells! Peeeww.
Hungry for a write or speak
Gramps is here, poem of the week.
I may be abnormal, a little odd
That's because I was born a thorn and ****.
But don't dislike me for how I am
We're the same, strange writer man.