No one will ever own me
I am mine...
What is this feeling; an ambush of blood rush,
A strain on a black heart, drained with pain...
Bubbling cauldron; the air is dead,
The floors are black, the sky is red...
I really try to see the world through
the bright eyes of those around me...
Don't demand.
Do not force me...
Razors slid
bottles drunken...
I've heard so many comments
And seen numerous stares...
Appearances change,
they twist and morph...
Mindless chatter, spread by gossip mongers,
hucksters, peddling their wares...
When you feel the urge to leave the big city blues
feel free to enter a small town, for a good cafe...
The boy who gets five years
Is the one addicted to drugs...
Why fight each other??
Why judge someone on their colour...