My Poetry(accepting poetry requests)

Our Reality

His flesh is on fire
You stand and admire.
"Let's take out our phones"
The mindless drones.
With pairs of stares,
Oh the judgmental glares.
The giggles and snickers,
The full on pickers,
Like hyenas in the wind.
Here we are....pinned.
The blues, the blacks, the fucked up "facts".
How much will he bare, until were barely there.
Until we snap....
Then you'll say "oh crap".