I am a person with many imperfections
I know everything i do has a purpose but not a single soul seems to believe that.
Either Im wrong , selfish , or absurd
But not any one can understand the train of thought that rolls through out my head
I always do this.
Do that
But is it always right?
That is when judgement kicks in
I can say i will do this
But right when i present my idea to someone else.
With a "weaker"mind.
A distorted soul.
A distorted breathing thing you call
Another "human being"
They just turn me down
I must ask myself why?
Why even open my lips to say something
When nobody ever understands.
I waste my breath for disappointment
Each and every time .
But i surely am tired .
You must be too
Of course you are
I know you can relateYes you
Why else would you end up reading this?
.......Because you are that person
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetic Disturbances.
PoesíaA collection of short poems for the minds of the open minded 21st century.