Disowned
A monster
that is what you make me out to be
A monster
that is what you think of me
Let’s pause for a while
this world is too fast
never finding a reason to smile
your 'darkness' is all an act
In a black mood
with a cloud to match
hovering over your head
some wild storm coming up fast
Don't need the calmness
centered in the eye
or another line
to follow suit
What's the matter with you?
is this another ruse?
just light the stinking fuse
an eruption long over due
Blow up, explode
shudder and gasp
grow up, implode
self awareness beyond your grasp
Say anything
then back peddle on it
there is always someone meddling
with their hands full of it
Misleading gestures
with a sign language all its own
there are no sign posts
when you're thrown into this world,
disowned
mathiasthom
written 12/24/09
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