it was like i wasn't there it seemed that i was trying to be fair my blood boils and i want you to notice but you take no notice im incomplete like a pass, decomposed like a corpse and it turns out that i don't have the force i walk with my friends but it seems not to be me and it seems like instead of four there are only three i raise my hands but they dont think that instead of me im the kitchen sink my friends are laughing and joking but they don't see what it was as i look at thee grinning but frowning, how the hell is that? as the power courses through you and your head gets fat im alone in my thoughts, not noticing the billed i step into the street and almost get killed a horse trots by and almost runs me over like the horses taken down in the city landover but i look away, then back, into your eyes the hatred there makes me cringe and then fBirth sign: Aries
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