The Beginning that Doesn't End
This is my first poem on this site and I hope it can Mean something to someone
other than me
The Beginning that doesn’t End
It changes like someone who is calm and rages into the sea
It changes from light to dark from time to time
It comes as far as I know to anyone, no matter who they are or what they wish to be
It doesn’t matter what I think because we pass it off as a disgusting rhyme
This world doesn’t make any sense sometimes I am just lost in it all
It’s this way and that way you can’t tell anymore
I hate it when it changes, It feels like Spring but It’s actually Fall
Everybody say everything gets harder when you become a sophomore
When you want to be recognized while silent
But other times you want to go unoticed and scream to the neon god we all worship
It scares me when the angel of death was sent
Every time it goes away but comes closer I might slip
Watch Out! You might slip too if your’re not careful
As crazy as it seems, as crazy as I am
Im still here trying to get through my last sprint being helpful
It is unknown, Like when we expect to be heard in this lost tram
I am glad people can see this and know it's my own art
But oh well what am I saying one lost thought after another
You expect life to be sweet when it is tart
Sometimes but never you can hang on to the arm of a careless brother
We are so incomplete it hurts to be showing
Afraid of what everybody thinks when you have your own opinion
We think its the man's fault for this problem thats growing
We all think we are the man's thug and minion
We can't do anything any more I want to bawl
We have to cower in fear for what we know
We cover ourselves in a make believe shawl
If only we could actually reap what we sow
I can't stop when I want to I write this in fictional tears
Scared and sad of my own good and bad strife
Scared and sad of my man made terrifying fears
This is not just the end but the beginning of a new life
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