The effort is the same,
You know
Thinking good
As thinking bad
Saying nice
Instead of mean
Making happy
Instead of sad
You could paint up on a building
All the thoughts you ever had
About what's wrong
And who's to blame
And what really makes you mad
Or, you could gather up your paints and pencils instead
And draw pictures on your pad
And give them out
To everyone
You ever thought was rad
YOU ARE READING
Public Fears in Private Places
PoetryA collection of original poems, all different types. TW: MAY CONTAIN MENTIONS OF DRUGS, SELF HARM, ETC. I will put trigger warnings either in the title of each chapter, or as an author's note in the beginning of each chapter :)
