Entry Level Retail

by nando   Oct 28, 2007


I think that sometimes being a person is really hard.
And I think there is a fault with language,
because if this is how we're suppose to communicate with each other then why is it so hard to make another person understand what it is going on in my head.
My tongue is cut.
My hands are tied.
Lately, I've been a lot of people;
I'm not sure if any of them is myself.

Is pretending to be someone normal,
the same as being someone normal?
Does using make you a junky?
If I use again am I a junky?
Am I a junky now?
One day rock stars will rid the world of aids and China will have democracy.

I am biting my nails in the dark.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Liz

    I've read a few of your poems . . . they are quite...different. But I couldn't stop reading them for some reason. I just didn't know what to comment about, heh. Anyways, I liked this one. And the other 2 I read. Keep writing.

    ` Liz =]