It’s Hard To Write

You see people around, so oblivious,
Not a single worry on their mind.

While you see the world, so hideous,

People are so damn blind.

Words are not fit to describe,
The ever-increasing frustration,

Being outside of the judgemental tribe,

That is constantly sweeping the nation.

You don’t know why you feel this way,
Why did this not come before?

When was your view such an ominous grey,

With things that you usually ignore?

Where is the water to douse your fire,
What is the reason to blame?
Usually writing is good to expire,
The burning, blazing flame.

Now sitting here, dark in the night,
Not sure of the words needed to heal,

Because it’s very hard to write,

When you don’t really know how you feel.

MLS
9/11/12