It's not fair.
We're all going mad in this world,
yet some handle it
better than others.
Some people stay
on the docks
as they watch
the rest of us drown.
I'm one of the ones
that drown.
I watch as people stare at us,
and I watch as some people manage
to reach the surface,
and others learn to breathe
underwater.
All while I stay put,
while the clear liquid
fills my lungs.
- Author: MaxWritesPoems ( Offline)
- Published: December 17th, 2016 17:17
- Category: Unclassified
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