It could be so simple
I’m always put last
I’m always last in line
I don’t even know why, maybe it’s because I put my life aside
I put other people’s lives before mine
I just think it’s the right thing to do in my eyes
So I quietly cry
Then I put my tears on standby as I try to figure out thing called life.
Why am I so kind?
What am I looking for that I cannot find?
Why doesn’t anyone understand my mind?
I mean it’s not hard
Compassionate, caring, blissful
I guess I also make myself distant.
Loving, caring, smart
I’m not always a little sweetheart.
Brave, happy, trustworthy
People still confuse me.
I just want safety
Freedom, peace.
I want to be able to speak, because no one listens unless if I scream.
So I write my poetry and speak through my words
I try to describe this curse
I try to end the purge……
But I can’t.
So I push everyone out of my way
I storm through the crowd because I know no matter how much I scream I won’t be found.
Everyone chasing cars and fancy things
Or who has the biggest diamond rings.
I don’t understand
I’m just trying to live my life peacefully.
I don’t understand, why is everyone so concerned about who has more?
Who exactly is keeping score?
It makes no sense, why does it matter?
All I see if people getting sadder.
Instead of running I like to keep a pace
I guess I myself don’t see life a race.
Day by day life is a struggle
Week by week I try to think of life as a puzzle.
I separate the corners
Attach the edges, and meet in the middle.
People just need to stop being so judgmental
It could all be so simple.
©tiffarnold
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