Friday, June 27, 2008

Complexity of Media-croty

I spent my lifetime finding myself.
After a night on Google, I got the e-piff-and-E of a lifetime.
It is better to be me than you.
You are not me.
Why make things so complex?
What do I have to look like for you to love me?
I hate knowing you hate growing.
Grow to love me for who I once hated.
Me as an individual, I hate crying.
But I cry out of pity for humanity.

Because it can all end.

And the face you try to change,
Will be the face you beg for mercy.

Look into my eyes as I nonchalantly deny fury.
To keep me sane.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

Though nothing can anger me, everything can dishearten me.
Sensitive, perhaps.
But only because the reciprocal is an evil unforseen by even the most brilliant of prophets.




ChrisdotRivera said...

this 1 was sooo crazy you should do more like this when you return if you ever left

Reef Magnum said...

hit me up let me get eith demevolist.i spit fire.all ya poems was dope by the way.