This world beating me down,the smile conquered by frown. peace of mind beaten by torment, soft words confronted by violence. my charm been warned by harm. my love in bed beside hatred, honesty is a scarcity, sharing and caring both are scarce commodities. trust is a mistake, real fabricated by fake. opinion is criticism, don't like is racism. if I'm too quiet that mean I'm self-centered, if I'm loud that mean I'm vulgar. if I mine my own business, who I think I is? if I too inquisitive, I'm too nosy. fed up of this world, let me out of here, somebody anybody?
© Donovan Broderick