Fools flock of the same feather
go left says one
go right said another
but no compromise come inbetween
i hate u on spits
go ahead the other says back
is this what we end up as
like a broken glass we try so hard to fix the wrong we've done in our lives but it just keep breaking
and breaking
and breaking
and you think to urself why did this happen
You look around for someone to blame
but all that appears is a mirror..
Its funny how fools flock from the same feather.
but cant see to find anyone but themselves
-ky_rose
This poem is about:
My community