heard radiohead's creep on the radio yesterday ever since i was younger i always thought that life wasn't really fair and every time i said this to you, you would look at me and tell me to look up in the air and i ask one simple question there is no sense in your reply i don't really want to know what you did to me and why no more reason to your riddles no one cares anymore ever since you stopped saying that you love me called me white man's whore and ten years later you'll be asking who died when i come in waving all my flags in pride old wounds will open under close scrutiny from what it means to me all that you care about is black and white when i ask you why you always take flight or come to resolutions, without consulting me please forgive me if i don't want you near me if i want to get away if those hurtful hurtful words that im trying not to say come spewing from my lips with bitterness at its tips cause up to this moment i never thought that that you were a dip ten years later you'll ask me why i lied why i wished sometimes that i had just died if i treated you like crap while i celebrated gay pride old wounds will open under close scrutiny and what it means to me fearing that no son of his, will ever get to live life his way no son of his, can ever be gay and no son of his, can ever understand what you went through to make me tough think you didn't help me enough what does it mean to me if i am feminine or rough and i ask a simple question listen for your quick reply i can see youre on the edge together our last time before you lie knowing that you really care because of me first time you've ever cried ten years later and here we are inside insisting upon the ride old wounds will open under close scrutiny under close scrutiny ten years later and i have all my pride i haven't left yet, and i haven't died old feelings make me wish that you'd see just what you mean to me what you mean to me what you mean to me just what you mean to me.
Reason for writing:
this poem was based on one of the most beautiful songs ever recorded
a song by 8stops7 called, "question everything"
it is a poem that goes out to my sister and brother, who don't seem to understand.
Birth sign: Aries
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