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Lawrence Hall Nov 2018
A Child Whispers to Himself

Someday I will wake up in the morning
And not be wrong
Someday I will look outside the window
And not be wrong
Someday I will not make up my bed just right
(or maybe not make it up at all)
And not be wrong
Someday I will open the refrigerator
And not be wrong
Someday I will choose my clothes for the day
And not be wrong
Someday I will say something I think
And not be wrong
Someday I will toast a slice of bread
And not be wrong
Someday I will read a book because I like it
And not be wrong
Someday I will visit a friend of my choosing
And not be wrong
Someday I will admire the pictures I like
And not be wrong
Someday I will play in the leaves with the dogs
And not be wrong
Someday I will order from a menu
And not be wrong
Someday I will eat my dessert first
And not be wrong
Someday I will hug only people I like
And not be wrong
Someday I will buy the coat I want to wear
And not be wrong
Someday I will smile at the girl next door
And not be wrong
Someday I will write poetry openly
And not be wrong
Someday I will say, “That’s a pretty car”
And not be wrong
Someday I will say, “I like the fog and mist”
And not be wrong
Someday at the store I will buy some little thing
And not be wrong
Someday I will use the shampoo I like
And not be wrong
Someday I will take long, hot, soapy baths
And not be wrong
Someday I will tell someone about my dreams
And not be wrong

Someday…

Someday I will leave this unhappy house
And not look back
And not be wrong
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

My vanity publications are available on amazon.com as bits of dead tree and on Kindle:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
bucky Apr 2015
whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong
oh!lots of things (she says this real quiet, not 
quite a whisper, and you wonder and think for a 
while about it
is she sad? you dont think even God knows,
or whoever made the World)
when I'm Old, I will create the world anew
sweeten flowers and trees and leafy things (or, 
or, or,
bury all the seeds,and wait a thousand years
for them to grow tall and big and Strong)
how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you how dead are you
stamp something on it! make my death 
certificate official! i'm in love i'm in love i'm in 
love i'm in love!
she screams! and she thinks that finally, God, or 
whoever made the World, can hear her!
i'm going to put stickers on everything!
(you believe her)
and will the trees grow strong again? and will 
they breathe?
the forest is on fire, but
i think it's only in your mind
your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing your teeth are missing 
your teeth are missing your teeth are missing 
i believe you this time: she says, quiet but not 
as much as before
she is painting Doors and Walls and Ceilings, all 
in gold
gold on gold on gold on gold on gold
wow! are you a work of art? can i take you 
home?
do you want to go home? or, i guess,
do you want to go to the mountains or the sea 
or the forest or a lake or even the sky, maybe?
tell me, i'll take you there i promise! wherever
you want to go
free of charge.
- where is the boat going?
and she says, gosh! anywhere we want it to!
im in a good mood!!!!
Jessica Oct 2014
Something's wrong when I fall asleep at 9 and wake up in the afternoon
Something's wrong when I spend my day confused not knowing what to do
Something's wrong when I start doing things I never knew I could do
Something's wrong when your face is the only thing I can draw
Something's wrong when poems are the only way to say what's true
Something's wrong when life's so beautiful yet it seems so blue
Something's wrong when I close my eyes in my prayers and pray for you
Something's wrong when crying is all I do
Something's wrong when everyone looks and asks "what's wrong with you"

Something is wrong and that thing is you
Something's wrong and it's the way I think of you
Something's wrong and it's the time I chose you
Something's wrong cause I know it won't be true
Something's wrong but I'll hold on to you
Something's wrong and it's dreaming of you

Something's wrong and it's loving you.
Emelie S Sep 2016
Was it wrong to dream so big?
Was I wrong to care so much?
The stars they stay align.
It almost seems unfair.

(Was it wrong, was it wrong)

Was it wrong for me to stay?
Was I wrong to speak that love had no name?
The streets seem empty tonight.
I almost feel alone.

What was that thing you said?
No I am not afraid.
Goodbye just means another day,
In this dark emptiness.

Was it wrong for me to run so fast?
Was it wrong to say everything alright?
Seriousness is not another cover,
It's just another ploy to hide away.

(Was it wrong, was it wrong)

Was it wrong to cry?
Was it wrong to finally be strong?
Everything I knew,
I knew nothing.

Here the ocean divides in two.
Let happiness float deep below the waves.
The reality is better set far away,
Don't ever get close enough to feel,
Maybe then you'll fall apart.

Was it wrong to dream so big?
Was I wrong to care so much?
The stars they stay aligned.
It almost seems unfair.

(Was it wrong, was it wrong)

Was it wrong for me to stay?
Was it wrong to speak that love had no name?
The streets seem empty tonight.
I almost feel alone.
What was that thing you said?
No I am not afraid.

Goodbye just means another day
In this dark emptiness.

Em S.
Sometimes you those burning questions.
..©2016 Copyright
Genesis' May 2013
Am I wrong?
to cry?
to be distressed?
Am I wrong?
to hold so much anger?
Am I wrong?
to have the desire
to scream my life away?
Am I wrong?
to constantly feel betrayed?
mistreated?
misunderstood?
Am I wrong?
to think this way?
to act this way?
Am I wrong?
to still love you?
Am I wrong?
to regret?
to stress?
Am I wrong?
please tell me!
don't abandon me!
please help me . . .
Am I wrong?
to complain?
to show my emotions?
Am I wrong?
to feel this way?
Am I wrong?
to feel so alone?
Am I wrong?
tell me!
please . . .
AM I WRONG!
to be scared?
to be a coward?
to be different?
to be violent?
to be so cold?
Am I wrong?
to be looking for you?
to be attached?
Am I wrong?
to be here?
to be with you?
to laugh with you?
to miss you?
to be happy with you beside me?
Am I wrong?
Tell me!
why wont you tell me!
please
just give me an answer!!
AM I WRONG!?
Robert Guerrero Dec 2012
I dont know
Never really did
The pain, the stress
The hunger for the truth
Blinded me from knowing
Whats wrong with me

I say I hate
I say Im angry
But thats my escape route
To keep me from realizing
That deep down inside
Im really hurt

Could this be
Whats wrong with me
Could it be
That im not looking hard enough
Not truly searching for
What all could be my problems

Like a pillars foundation
I have flaws
Some easily fixed
Others more complicated
But I still dont know
Whats wrong with me

Could it be
That I was never loved
By the one person
Who gave me my breath
Or cared enough
To say goodbye when she left

Whats wrong with me
I cant love
Without questioning it
But when Im with you
I still doubt it
But not so much

When I say those words
It pains me
Because I never felt this way
And Im scared
That I wont be able
To protect you from even more pain

Whats wrong with me
All I do is push and push
Never letting people close
Ending up alone
Without anyone to turn to
Yet I still manage to live

Every second is unknown
Every breath is questionable
Yet I still dont know
Whats wrong with me
That even your smile
Still makes me feel even more alone

I know that maybe knowing
Whats wrong with me
Is far from my reach
But I will know in the end
Since I have more time
I will spend it knowing I will succeed

Look me in the eye
Tell me you love me
Tell me you will help me
To discover exactly
Whats wrong with me
Tell me I'll never be alone

My mother abandoned me
She was the first
Just not the last
So dont abandon me
When I need you even more
At this time of despair

I've been hurt by those
Who were suppose to love me
And those I thought I loved
But the emotions are real with you
So please don hurt me now
Hurt me when I've learned more

I know I may say
"I'll never hurt you"
But I know that at times
We hurt those we dont want to
So until I've learned
Whats wrong with me, support me

Hold me close to your eart
Build me up when I fold
Dry my tears when they come
I only have this one life
And half of it will be spent
Figuring out whats wrong with me

So maybe if the truth
To all her lies
Comes and meets my ears
Maybe then I can know
Whats wrong with me
And hopefully you'll be at my side

**** it I love you
Maybe I really dont care
Whats wrong with me
As long as I have you
It doesnt matter
The past is the past I have to let it go

But the pain will remain
The anger and the hatred toward her
It's who I am
I just cant let it ruin me
Or determine my future
The future I wish for you to be apart of

Maybe I've known
Whats wrong with me
I just never accepted it
So the truth
To whats wrong with me
Is that I bottle my emotions

No that cant be right
Maybe there is more than one thing
That is wrong with me
So I wont rest till I know
Every inch of my heart
And why is it that Im confused

Syptoms to my disorder
Confusion, extreme anger, pure hatred,
Boredom, tiredness, and love for you
So I got a broken heart
And you fixed some of it
But it dont tell me nything

Another day, another month
Maybe even another year
And I still wont know
Whats wrong with me
So in the end
I might as well give up on knowing

The truth to who I am
What I am
Why I am the way I am
Why I think morbid things
Will never truly ne mine
So Im just another John Doe

Whats wrong with me
I've never been optimistic
I can barely love you
Without thinking
Your going to wake up
And realize you deserve better
Long and old *** poem. My counselor told me to pour everything out so I did.
Baris MacTavish Feb 2016
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong..
I just wanted to add this lyrics from the band "Depeche Mode". This song touches my feelings every time i listen.
Mark Lecuona Jun 2016
Who can say
That a white man is wrong
Without saying all white men are wrong?

Who can say
That a black man is wrong
Without saying all black men are wrong?

Who will say it?
Who will admit it?
Who can judge righteously?
Who can judge at all?

Who can say
That a religious man is wrong
Without saying all religious men are wrong?

Who can say
That an atheist is wrong
Without saying all atheists are wrong?

Who will say it?
Who will admit it?
Who can judge righteously?
Who can judge at all?

Who can say
That a gay man is wrong
Without saying all gay man are wrong?

Who can say
That a straight man is wrong
Without saying all straight men are wrong?

Who will say it?
Who will admit it?
Who can judge righteously?
Who can judge at all?

Who can say
That a rich man is wrong
Without saying all rich men are wrong?

Who can say
That a poor man is wrong
Without saying all poor men are wrong?

Who will say it?
Who will admit it?
Who can judge righteously?
Who can judge at all?
Waldo Mar 2017
Something feels wrong about walking on pavement
When I could be skipping through fields of grass
Something's wrong with economic enslavement
When we could be carelessly letting time pass

Something's wrong with perpetual warfare
When all we desire is love and peace
Something feels empty about likes and shares
And something feels wrong about racist police

Something feels off when politicians speak
With their lies, misinformation, and deceit
Something feels wrong because we've passed our peak
We're on the decline and it tastes so sweet.

Something feels wrong with the passing breeze
As if the air knows what's coming next
Something looks wrong with decaying trees
They too understand that we are hexed.

Something feels wrong in my dark twisted mind
Something feels wrong with this dark twisted Earth
Something feels wrong about being kind
Something feels wrong about having no worth.

Something feels wrong about dragging
along
And it'll all feel wrong until the day I'm gone
gae frogg Oct 8
I havent slept in a while
And the sheets of my bed are no longer hooked to the corners of my mattress.
But nothing's wrong, its just a messed up sleep schedule
I havent been eating great but the fruit and vegetables section in my fridge still becomes barren every now and again
But nothing's wrong I just dont care about my organs
My tears are breaking out even more than my skin is, and even with lip balm I still cant crack a smile without cracking my lips
But nothing's wrong I'm a teenager it's normal to be moody and have acne...right?
Nothings wrong when I cry at the smallest things like the world just stopped spinning
"If you keep watching that zombie show where they bash the zombies heads in, you'll become desensitized to violence" but nothings wrong when I have to stop watching a movie because someone got shot.
Nothings wrong when my mom tells me to clean up room because the clutter is cluttering my mind. But maybe it's not my room. Maybe it's the stress. Maybe the mess makes me feel safe like a wall of emotional support.
Nothings wrong when I avoid my laptop at all costs because I know itll say I'm behind on schoolwork so I dont use it anymore and it sits in the corner of my messy room.
Nothings wrong when my parents intervene in my slacky behaviour and I say "I promise I'll care more" but I do care just not about reputation and organization. so I escape to my room and sulk in the corner for a few days till they've forgotten about that conversation.
Nothings wrong when I'm reading a book or writing a movie review but as soon as my phone comes out I'm a bad student and should concentrate on something important.
Nothings wrong when I try to reach out and they say "everyone feels sad sometimes it normal" yeah. It's normal. But what's not normal is staying up till 4 everyday wondering if something will ever change. If there will be something to break the pattern.
Nothings wrong when I cry all night and dye the ends of my hair blue out of impulsivity.
Nothings wrong.
Nothings ever wrong
Nothing will ever be wrong
And I'm just a stupid nobody with nothing wrong in their life.
Kiohtel Feb 2018
..do you ever feel?
Like you ended up..
..In the wrong Universe
wrong Galaxy..
..wrong Planet
wrong City..
..wrong Home
wrong Work..
..wrong Family
wrong Life..
..wrong Body
wrong shoes..
..wrong thoughts
wrong Soul..
..Like you Are
so Wrong..
..so lost
If only..
..you could imagine
What it would be like..
..to feel Right?
Is anyone ok, really? We either know everything and are miserable or we create lies to make it seem better..and the cycle repeats..
ejrmaguire Dec 2015
It was wrong to touch you...
It was wrong to love you...
It was wrong to miss you...
Wrong to call you..
Wrong to tell you that I'll never love another...
Wrong to make you mine....
Wrong to see you...
Wrong to want you...
Wrong to ache to be with you. ..
Yet I can't stop...
But I have....
And I still want all of these wrong things. ..
I still feel all these wrong things about you...
How could we ever be right?
Encompassed in all the wrong things?
Let me know when it gets right for us....
I'm overwhelmed with the wrong....
and then I hear your voice....

E.J.M.
Jake Warne Jul 2013
I thought that you would change
so many times before
but I was wrong.
I was wrong.

And I thought you were different
this time around for sure,
but I was wrong.
I was wrong.

Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally see what I should see
Whoa, it hurts so good
to finally learn to move on

I'd love you in the evening,
but in the morning I'd say
that I was wrong.
I was wrong.

I'd sing songs of sweet redemption
until the feeling would stay,
but I was wrong.
I was wrong.

Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally see what I should see.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally learn to move on.

Now this is the beginning,
although it feels like the end,
because I was wrong.
Yeah, I was wrong.

Though I loved you for a long time,
now you are just a friend,
and I was wrong.
I was wrong.

Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally feel what I should feel.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally learn to move on

Whoa, it hurts so good,
to finally be where I should be.
Whoa, it hurts so good,
and I'd change everything if I could.
A song I wrote in Missouri while on a road trip with a good friend, around a campfire in 25 degree weather in the spring of 2013 as a song for my solo project.
Yenson Dec 2018
Hey, listen now

You can't be wrong and get right
No matter how hard you may try
Anything that is in darkness, must come out in light
For you can't be wrong and get right

Now if you tell a little lie and think you get away
Cheat a little bit, then you will have to pay
'Cause when you think it's peace and safety, my friend
Sudden destruction's your end

Oh, 'cause you can't be wrong and get right
No matter how hard you may try
Anything that is in darkness, must come out in light
For you can't be wrong and get right

Yes, if you play with fire, man you must get burned
If you didn't know then you better learn
'Cause if you check it out, man, I'm sure you will find
You can't be wrong and get right

You can't be wrong and get right
No matter how hard you may try
Anything that is in darkness, must come out in light
For you can't be wrong and get right

Now if you tell a little lie and think you get away
Cheat a little bit, then you will have to pay
'Cause when you think it's peace and safety, my friend
Sudden destruction's your end

Oh, 'cause you can't be wrong and get right
No matter how hard you may try (try, try)
Anything that is in darkness, must come out in light
For you can't be wrong and get right

Yes, if you play with fire, man you must get burned
If you didn't know then you better learn
And if you check it out, man, I'm sure you will find
You can't be wrong and get right

No, no, you can't be wrong and get right (right, right)
No matter how hard you may try (try, try)
Anything that is in darkness, must come out in light
For you can't be wrong and get right

No, no, no, you can't be wrong and get right..



BY JIMMY CLIFF
Jimmy Cliff lyrics
Jimmy Cliff lyrics are copyright by their rightful owner(s)
Those times you hear that doubt
That noise at the back of your mind
It's got you, you're ready to shout
You get that feeling you're left behind

People tell you, you don't know what you do
But you don't listen to what they say
You wonder if it's all going to come true
You know you shouldn't, but you do it anyway

Don't you listen to that Devil on your shoulder
He's going to do you wrong, wrong, wrong
Don't you listen to what that Devil told ya
You got to make yourself strong, strong, strong

Don't you listen to that Devil on your shoulder
He's going to do you wrong, wrong, wrong
Don't you listen to what that Devil told ya
You got to make yourself strong, strong, strong

You find yourself getting into a lot of trouble
It is only what you will make of it
What goes around always will come back double
Sometimes you need a break of it

You know you shouldn't have done what you did
It's way too late for you to have regrets
Lost in your box so you better close that lid
Because life has stopped taking anymore bets

Don't you listen to that Devil on your shoulder
He's going to do you wrong, wrong, wrong
Don't you listen to what that Devil told ya
You got to make yourself strong, strong, strong

Don't you listen to that Devil on your shoulder
He's going to do you wrong, wrong, wrong
Don't you listen to what that Devil told ya
You got to make yourself strong, strong, strong
Lyrics by Chris Smith 2010
somehow,
I allowed you to defeat me.
Somehow,
I allowed you to demote my very existence.
Somehow,
I let you convince me that depression was not real.
I let you convince me that depression is just a way for attention.
Your wrong.
Somehow,
I gained the strength to tell you now,
that you are wrong.
You are wrong about people,
you are wrong to hate race,
you are wrong to hit.
You are wrong to say racial slurs,
you are SO wrong.
You are wrong when you say that I manipulate everything.
You are wrong about ME.
You are wrong about women,
and you were wrong about YOURSELF
you know who you are.
Alicia Allen Jun 2018
What am i doing wrong
what
what am i saying wrong
wrong
what am i seeing wrong
what
Not fat enough, not tall enough
not slim enough, not thick enough
wrong face, wrong hair, wrong skin
wrong smile.
what is so wrong with me
what
Not smart enough, not funny enough
not rich enough, not poor enough
laugh too hard, dont laugh enough
not too coy, not bold enough, not old enough
not witty enough, not pretty enough,
too much curves, too much emotion
wrong everything and anything
wrong
what am i doping wrong?
never, never good enough
what?!
when you just cant do a **** thing right
Where Did We Go Wrong?

When I was born my mother had to be strong to bring me into the world,
the same goes for everyone who has been born into the world,

But where did we go wrong?
Was it the politics, the corruption?
I was taught to be strong, brought into a world that only made me weak,
everyday I fall to my knees,

Where did we go wrong?
Was it the animals we've killed against their will?
Where did we go wrong?
Was it the pollution in the air, the fact that our government do not care?

Where did we go wrong?
Was it the war? Or the fact that we know there will be more?
Was it when we let the blood into the ocean, was it the trees we've chopped for money?

Was it religion, the conspiracies?
Was it colour, race or disorder? The army's and their harsh orders?
Where did we go wrong? Please do tell me,
I'd really like to know,

Where did we go wrong?
Was it the suicide from all of the children that cried inside,
where did we go wrong?
Was it the anger? The frustration, the controlling manipulation,

Where did we go wrong? Was it everything we've ever done?
Was it the crime or the law, was it the dead birds that fell from the heavens to the floor, was it us? Is it our fault?

And if I go to hell,
I will not blame me I will blame this cruel world,
Where did we go wrong?!
Why won't you tell me,

Oh how do I carry on,
why can't you tell me how to be strong?
How to move on away from the unanswered question,
Where did we go wrong?

By Larna Kira Kourtis AKA LkSkyFlyRose.
06/01/15
~Peace~
By LkSkyFlyRose

© 2015 LkSkyFlyRose (All rights reserved)
There is nothing wrong with being who you are.
This is something that is told to us all the time.
There is nothing wrong with telling the truth.
This is something that is told to us all the time.
There is nothing wrong with having an opinion.
There is nothing wrong with being different.
There is nothing wrong with loving kid things.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to be nice.
There is nothing wrong with stating what's right.
There's nothing wrong with saying how you feel.
There's nothing wrong with wanting to be happy.
This is just a simple list of things we are told.
Things that people tend to tell us all the time.
Only, when we live this way, the rules are changed.
We do things that we wanna do, and we get judged.
We say things that we wanna say, we get judged.
We dress a certain way, act a certain way, judged.
We like certain things, we think a certain way.
Whatever we do, it's said to be right or wrong.
There shouldn't be anything wrong with being us.
Being who we are shouldn't come with a price.
We shouldn't have to worry about what others think.
We shouldn't have to be judged by strangers.
By people who don't know us personally, in any way.
There are so many people in the world who are judged.
Who are ridiculed for the way they are, whatever it is.
They feel as though they can't do anything right.
Take some of the most famous people in the world.
We love them for there music, acting, or even both.
But we don't know them, we don't talk with them.
At least, most of the time, we don't talk with them.
Usually, we just watch them online and on TV.
Or we get the opportunity to see them on stage.
And then, we either like them for who they are.
Or we judge them based on what the media says.
We read articles and tend to believe the presses.
Why? Because they have a way to exaggerate?
Because they know how to sell all their stories?
Yes, that's exactly why we believe the press.
And that's why we believe the media, we judge.
And why do I bring up famous people in this?
Because, they are still humans like you and I.
What makes them different is what they do.
They work harder to make music for us.
Or they work harder to put out show and films.
They have careers that take them away a lot.
Does that seem familiar? Because it should.
We have jobs and things apart from families.
There are times where we don't see families.
Why? Because we are busy as well, like them.
Famous people, are not evil, they are human.
And they are judged every single day, really.
And they are judged by the very people who
love them.
We are ALL judged by the people who love us.
Whether it is by friends or family members.
There's not one person who can say otherwise.
If you really think that you've never been judged.
If you really think that you're loved by the whole'
entire world, every state, country, city, and continent.
Then that must mean that you are in your own world.
A world where there is no judgement anywhere.
And while I would love to say that's true, I can't.
I can't because I know that would be a lie.
The truth is, many people are not loved by everyone.
Well, no one can be loved by the entire world.
There are always gonna be people who hate on you.
Whether it's school, towns, press, media, anything.
There's always gonna be judgement everywhere.
And that's just the way it is, it's not fair, but it's true.
I for one think that judging people is wrong.
Do I tend to judge from time to time? Yes, I do.
Why? Because I'm human and do that sometimes.
Do I go around judging? No, I'm not like that.
I don't want to judge people, but I may from time
to time.
And I feel bad about that because that's not nice.
But I'm a human being, and we all make mistakes.
We judge even when we don't think that we are.
And everyone feels the brunt of that, whether they
are famous or not.
Even people who sing at their computers and make
videos to post on YouTube.
These people are judged all the time by people.
Then why do they film anyway? Because they want
to.
They're doing what they love to do the most.
Famous people, are doing what they love to do the
most.
We are doing what we love to do the most.
Whatever it is that we're doing, we do for us.
It doesn't matter if we have to do them or not, we do.
We do things for ourselves, and for each other.
And we speak our minds when we want to.
Even though, we know that we are bound to be judged.
People will not like what we have to say all the time.
And we know that there will be those who are cruel.
Will that keep us from talking? No, because it can't.
We are all strong enough to push on, even if we don't
feel like it.
Because passing judgement is just a thing that happens.
It doesn't define who a person is, or how they were raised.
All it does is make them want to be the best they can be.
Be who they wanna be, and be who others don't see them
as.
Whenever we are told about the things we can do.
We should remember, that those are our real rights.
That we SHOULD be able to do these things.
Without feeling like we're crazy for being who we are.
I needed to say this because I see judgement a lot, even online. It can't be escaped no matter how hard we all try. It's always gonna be there. So I thought that I would say something about everyone who is judged. Which includes famous people, because they are people too, and they are judged a lot, sometimes even more than we who are not famous are judged. Thanks for reading this if you did. And if you liked it, please feel free to like and comment. Thanks for reading, bye :)
mbernicole Apr 2015
My head is so very, very, wrong
Thought you loved me but that's very,very wrong
I can't write poems it's very, very wrong
Can't think of anyone other than you
wrong
Can't look at anyones eyes because they don't look like yours
wrong
Can't sleep at night
wrong
I can't dream unless you're in it
I can't think unless you're in it
I can't even breathe, it's
wrong
wrong
wrong
I'm wrong because I'm not right for you
and that is so very, very
wrong
who fucken knows
Santiago May 2015
Was ah problem child ese always in trouble
Ese I'm the black sheep while my fam stay Humble e could rumble ese toe to toe
Where I could get you in the street and fill Your *** full of holes

I'm the boulevard of broken dreams
Ese white boy slipping I'ma ****** them rings
And take em home slap em on my ****
Ese dope fein bugging put his *** in ah ditch
Then I switch to ah different scene
Ah different time ah different scheme
I was with my team homie Venom and Bugz
And ******* they was ******* they was ******* with us

Notorious for taking your broads While the enemy squad it would lightly rise
She came to get me but he shot his wife
Then put the gun in his mouth and he took his life

I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
I gotta get away go straight to my shrine
To meditate and ask for ah sign
To fall back in place everything go aligned
I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
And I don't give ah **** I was pushing the line
The Bottom line I had ah rapid clime
I'm just trying to live my life it end up being ah crime

The joint burnt slow right after the show
We made it to the back gotta stay for some More but I ain't got time to sit and chatter
Ain't trying to hear some **** about who's ***** is badder

Cause mine the baddest running every city
Two of us pull up and she flashing her titis
The ******* on the pen shot real far
She make you feel like home wherever you Are I hit the **** once than I had to bounce
Had ah Nextel Chirp for my L.A spouse
She know I'm grinding so she passed me the kids

Goodnight daddy miss you mom's give em ah Kiss the next gig we ******* up the pro mode
Ah few G's short we confiscated the Rolex
He threw ah bonus it was ah fifty desert
Someone called the cops but nobody confessing

I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
I gotta get away go straight to my shrine
To meditate and ask for ah sign
To fall back in place everything go aligned
I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
And I don't give ah **** I was pushing the line
The Bottom line I had ah rapid clime
I'm just trying to live my life it end up being ah crime
The ceiling's all wrong.
It never looked at me like that before.
No need to be cross, it's only a quarter to four.
Don't be snide with me, I'll go to sleep before long.
Who else has felt that the ceiling's all wrong?

This day feels all wrong.
How'd the Sun come up so fast?
I blinked and here I am, having a blast.
Was it someone, someplace, or maybe some song?
Whatever it was, now this day feels all wrong.

This season's all wrong.
Autumn is the most beautiful time.
But the way it is now, you'd think it's a crime,
to enjoy this weather, you really have to play along.
God, oh please tell me why this season's all wrong.

My life feels so wrong.
This bottle and this table too.
One gives me support, the other, will to push through.
I'm sitting here crying, unable to even carry on.
Why in the Hell does my life feel so wrong?

Your eyes look so right.
You're my Autumn, you beauty.
If I leave here tonight, please, by God, please come follow me cutie.
No wait, scratch that line, now it sounds very wrong.
Sixteen pillboxes empty, I'm done being strong.

This is what happens when your heart is all wrong.
It's not a matter of right or wrong, to still have slavery in this day and time.  One thing I know for sure, it's a down right crime.
It's Just Wrong!
It's not a matter of right or wrong, to treat human the way you do.  People can't see the light of day, from the darkness you take them through.
It's Just Wrong!
It's not a matter of right or wrong, to keep people working as slaves.  Even the stone age people had it better, when they lived in caves.
It's Just Wrong!
It's not a matter of right or wrong, to keep using people for greed.  Someday,
God will deal with you, for your corrupt deed.
It's Just Wrong!
It's not a matter of right or wrong, because the wrong is right before your face.  Don't put yourself in the place of God, stop destroying God's human race!
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

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