"mobos" poems
Fobos see the glass as half empty.
Mobos see it as half full.
One is envious of others, and driven by anger
Yet the other will focus, understand and fulfil.
I am lost, filled with anger, hurt and dismay
Yet I want to show joy, be relaxed and just chill.
Do I? Don't I?
What's right and what's wrong?
Sometimes it's easier to just crawl away.
I wish it wasn't.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 9:52 AM UTC