Isolated Cold and Indifferent Feeling less of a person Where did everyone go They were here for a moment I turned around and they were gone Though they're right in front of my face I've felt this way for so long An immoral crime It happens all the time Could it all make a difference Not to me I'm full of carelessness full of hate full of pain full of desolation full of strain Or at least that's what it seems I live my life as a dream Turn around and look at the ground I feel like the dirt, stomped on when found I listen to the birds as they sing their happy song I wish I could sing the way they do I've tried all morning long Instead I'll go find some smoke so I can smile with each and every toke but then i have no control soon i feel tired and low But I feel happy when I begin Then I'm in a peaceful sleep when it all ends...Birth sign: Gemini
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