Chaos and Misery
This is the hour
Pain and Hate
Life has turned sour
People mad at me
Well i'm mad at them too
When I give secrets, they should be kept
People telling them, that isn't cool
Seems like everytime I get happy at all
I just get shot down
and take yet another ----ing fall
Forced to the ground
Being made to crawl
These people, they just don't get it
No, they don't get it one bit
Won't leave me alone
They keep throwing stones
Most of their words I do ignore
But some of them I take to heart
Because they do hurt
They cut deep, deeper than they should
on one such as me
I try to be calm, you know
and for the most part I can be
But I do feel pain too, I just don't let it show
What happened recently was small,
but it seems to be affecting me quite a bit
I guess it affected me more than you thought it would
Guess its causing quite a fit
This poem probably isn't done;
But this is where my words stop the run.
