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I Am…
I Am
I am tired
Tired of people who bring me down
Tired of people who don’t care
Tired of people who are self absorbed
I am…
I am sick
Sick of people who do what they want without consequence
Sick of people who want to call me out for everything
Sick of people who are fair weather friends
I am…
I am done with
Done with their phony smiles
Done with their timeless lies
Done with their ignorance
I want…
I want to be
To be happy without corollary
To be trusting without fear
To be free to care for everyone else
I…
I don’t really know anymore the world I so warped and confusing
People don’t care about one another and expect you to care about them
They want one set of rules for them and a next for everyone else
They want the spotlight and don’t care who they have to step on to get there
I am tired of, I am sick of, I am done with this me, myself and I world.
Why does it have to be about me, he, she, it. Why not about us?
All of us, the world of us…
What I Saw Today
Out of the window all that seemed to speak to me were the dead trees with their gaunt twisted fingers reaching for the skies. The world seemed to be moving too fast for me to take it in, but too slowly to excite the blood in my veins. However, the marks of death scattered through out the scenery that jogged by seemed to seep through the persona presented to the world and whisper to my core. The girl in there was happy to meet them, she was happy they were dead, dead like this land was to her, dead like the person on the outside seemed to her each time thoughts aroused her from sleep. My gaze was dragged forward, half reluctantly, and the streetlights seemed to form a tall wall on either side of the street, making me feel small, and mouse like. However, the instant passed and the whispers of the dead echoed between houses until, the song was over, the thought broken, and she who had woken went back into her deep slumber