The Only Thing To Do

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