by heather o
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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just my opinion on the world as is. en i type incorrectly to adjust to muh comfort.
clicking, tapping, whispers and glares.
i hear this stupid white noise in the air.
i see the people judging the unknown.
when all im wanting, is to just go home.
cry in muh own bed and stay warm,
letting it all out, the tears are a swarm.
falling down muh face, they chill my cheeks
i feel like its been hours..days...or weeks.
i wipe my eyes and seek reality,
to come back in to the actual world, back to insanity.
this world is a mess, noone knows whats right.
they think media, money, killing en hate is alrite.
it makes my heart sore to understand this new phase,
that children are turning into their parents in so many ways.
next thing you noe they'll want to become older,
principles telling 6 years olds their fight records are in a folder.
yet there are still some tryna be safe, keepin it old school,
back in the time wen people'd pick en up litter en THAT was wuts cool.
to get to muh point, i hate this world, i want a better place.
i want us all to have free love en get out of this fuckin craze.