p i e c e o n e
she was made strong,
but still, the only thing they listened to
was her former pain.
well, i guess if tragedies turned headlines,
is the human thing,
there really is n o changing.
p i e c e t w o
seeing other's pain on the front page,
it's their specialty:
it keeps them modest, privileged.
every death is a rating bing;
they wanted every fairytale -
'believe in marriage! world peace!'
yet only want what makes them feel the safer ones.
whatever would make those damn birds sing.
but don't you dare do a thing -
to ruin their day
by saying their dreams could be real,
to distort their imagination,
is treachery.
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the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
