Change Your Mind
It is a fool
That is so blinded by its own self hate
That when love falls at its feet
It stares at it
Mouth agape
As if to say
How dare you
It is a fool
Who can’t see past the skin
The one who forgives everyone else’s sins
Yet damns them self to hell
It is a fool
That wastes all its dreams
Of all of the
Unattainable things
Cries and weeps
When they disappear
All because
A new day has appeared
As if it could be prevented
It is a fool
Who basks in pity
For things it cannot change
Keeps holding on
For that one day
Maybe
One day
The fool will no longer
Bask in self torture
And choose to look ahead
Because
It is a fool
Who doesn’t realize
It makes its own bed
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