i can hear their words surrounding me
i can feel their hate inside my skin
but does it bother us, they'll never know
if they only knew. do you think they'd go?
i never asked to start a war with them
but these people are kids, not men
they use anything they can to discredit my plan
pulling out their guns with twitchy hands
they may fight and fuss over details
send their profanity through the mail
come across the dirt that i've brushed off
and still act like they're a ******** god
it's sad to see their attempts to harm me
thinking i can break so easily
fool me once but i'm not fooled at all
so stick to your s**t and face down as you crawl
they fire across my nose
but come around exposed
they want me to be alone
but they've never left their homes
i'm laughing all the way
i'm laughing all the way
laughing all the way
laughing all the way
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.