you can't change me
they already tried
i gave up on hope
so why don't you?
i don't care if you cry
people tell me i'm always grumpy
well damn it, why the hell you so happy?
nothing to smile about anymore
surrounded by sickness and death
how can you smile at that?
i'm not gonna fake amusement
in my face
i'm not going ot pretend everything's all right
you keep pestering me about this happiness
....this joy
well tell me where it is!
is it here? there?
....anywhere?
then it must not exist
But ell me one thing..
People say that
happiness is blis
Am i too blind to see it?
Last edited by blackrose92; Nov 09, 2007 at 07:34 PM. Reason: it had an error lol
I like that poem. It is one of the ways I like to write myself. Thoughs on paper or a screen. Simple, but effective. I can relate to this one, because it is also how I feel as of late, with all the drama going on here. Sometimes, I wish the cloud hide me of the masses sometimes. lol. Good one blackrose
Far be it for me to be anything special, when the only special thing I desire with me, is the special person I share my gifts with.
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