Another poem by me from awhile back. This is a representation how many of us think we have it bad, but we don’t know the suffering of people who truly suffer.

This is not to get confused …
but it always is,
and the people look at me like I’m not from here,
I went through it all, tear by tear,
and I’m trying year by year,
to take away the the anguish and fear,
the loss you all feel, but I felt and survived,
I try to make you happy and keep my sorrow inside.

This is not to get confused …
but I am more experienced,
because I did what I shouldn’t of,
it’s like reading a book you don’t understand,
to help you understand the subject,
but often the words just reject,
my heart, and I counter with my words to infect,
but you sit their, and reflect,
on what I’ve gone through and worse,
yet, I only want to help you because I never got that chance.

This is not to get confused …
I love you,
all that you are,
but your leaves are falling,
your stem is wilting,
the summer is gone and you are letting snow fall,
it’s not my call,
only you can roll the ball,
but you’re decomposing,
into the stuff I walk on,
because you wail of what happened to you,
but it happened to me too,
and I got through it,
so why can’t you?

This is not to get confused …
You are preoccupied,
you don’t notice the other flowers,
they surround you but you block their sunlight,
and the rain you steal for your tears,
selfishly you die within yourself and you take others with you.
No strength to fight,
because your mind is a kite,
the wind is blowing it away,
and you’re letting it stay that way,
because you don’t realize the puzzle just doesn’t work for you.

This is not to get confused …
there are people who live,
and there are those that die,
but one of them,
is a branch on your tree,
from everything you flee,
but the branch supports,
breaks down your forts,
and gives you all comforts you need.

This is not to get confused …
but its like I got nobody,
no family and nothing,
I smile,
and then there’s you,
nice porche,
two parents and money,
what do you have to worry about?
worry about those that have nothing,
they can’t take what we can,
they have no life plan,
they dead,
we cry,
not over them but over the girl we lost today.

This is not to get confused …
but who am I?
My word is law,
but I have many flaws,
yet I know,
what it is to show,
love and hate,
and get only the latter in return.

This is not to get confused …

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