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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Gone

What Happened?
I fell down and hurt my knee.
Are you okay?
I think there’s a wound but no one can see.
What are you thinking?
Well you are the one talking.
Why do you say that?
Cause you are on my mind but why can’t I find.
Just let me go..
Not yet, though now is the time you may know.
There’s nothing you can change..
No one’s life undergoes an interchange.
This is you..
And this is you too.
There can be no better clue.
Someone will be gone too soon.
While someone will still be covering for you.
Are you getting quieter?
Why can’t I hear you any longer?
What happened?
Nothing that will cease..
Nothing that will pretend to please..
Nothing yet an honest appease.
While you keep walking down the same road..
Figuring out what the trees told..
Were slightly different than the last time.

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