I have gone through alot the past year and writing poems have help me deal with it.
Heres a few of them:
Quiets
Whats wrong with the quiets?
We never start riots.
We never bother,
or hurt another.
So whats the problem?
Is it boredom?
That you criticize.
Because you have closed eyes,
And live in a paperbox.
Where everybody talks.
Not everybody wants to speak.
Like you and your big beak.
Quietness is a virtue.
That shows to be true.
No one has to talk.
Like you around the block.
God made me the way I am
and not annoying like internet spam.
Poo Poo
Why be mean?
With words obscene
Mom and dad love you,
and me too.
Why let it go away,
and pretend everything is okay.
Please come back,
don't go away and pack.
Come back to the way you were
not where everything is a blurr.
It doesn't care about you,
all it is poo poo.
Come to see the light,
where everything is bright.
Go see your kids
and stop making unessary bids.
Come on those ppl don't care,
you got enough bills to bare.
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