For a change, I decided the other way
Tired of seeing, struggle in people
My radar breaks, still works
Tortured souls blowing like dirt
Pain, in the hearts, troubled minds
Their craving for an alignment to suffice
Obsessing over what they don\'t have
Self discard, and it\'s audacious heights
But I rather not say
Who am I anyway
I don\'t have a degree in feelings
Just too many records
And verdicts crawling
From invisible ceilings
Urges, to say something
Anything, at all
But I might just sush them thoughts
No one will ever know
As these people continue to speak
And I play along their disguised shows
Let their troubled hearts fall
Who am I anyway
To answer their mind\'s call?
-Al