Some people will condemn you fully
Without ever meeting you
They’ll assume everything and leave no crumbs behind
They’ll project something inside of themselves
Onto you
And everything nasty will stick to you like you’re glue
They’ll have you weighed and measured
After hearing your name
People will hate you just because you’re alive
And if God forbid you ever have an opinion about something that matters
They’ll shoot you dead
Right between the eyes
They’ll lie
And lie
And lie
And lie
Just so you can be a villain in their story
While writing themselves as the hero
The only thing to really do
Is to ask yourself
Do the opinions of strangers
Really matter at all? . . .
Like the leaves on the tree’s,
When the november wind shakes them
Let their opinions fall;
Let them float to the ground slowly.
Let them fall.
. . .
I bleed for free
My pen is attached to my veins
And every time I write something true
My blood is drained
A piece of my brain is left behind
A grain of my mind gets stuck in time
Yes,
I bleed when I write something true
But it’s only true from my view
And it might not be for you
You might not be able to see it
And that’s okay
Just don’t throw stones at me yet
I still have some light between these ears
And just because I won’t hesitate to jump into a fight
That doesn’t mean I am someone to entertain your fears
I am not the stuff of nightmares
I am just here
Just here
Breathing the same air as you do
Floating along
Just a car in traffic
Just a cloud in the sky
Just a pair of eyes . . .
Yeah, some people will try to ruin you completely.
And,
They won’t even know you.
They’ll gut you,
And,
They won’t even know you.
CH 12/16/24
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