I was trapped in my own mind, a prisoner of my own kind. Trapped in my mind all by myself......absolutely no one else. Because happiness is what i set out to find, i'm driving and searching all at the same time. Speeding down the I95, i can't stop driving and i don't know why. I have so much hate and i want it all away. I'm racing into a world of love and exiting hate on the highway. Stand up and rush because i'm not going to sit back and wait, maybe this car will crash.... oh look here comes fate. My speed is an object of fear so i decided to pull over and cry a few tears. I got out of the car and looked around, all was the sound of my fear running away from me. My heart suddenly warm and my wrath torn. All i wanted was for me to change, i stood on the top of my car's hood and decided not to ever come down to touch our awfull world again. I shouted my name, for my name was what everybody and our world deserved to hear. I glanced around and realized i now know no fear. I looked around at what i could see and realized i'm forever here, i thought of happiness and dried my tears. It was the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon, hate will be hated again soon. Love will resume to fix our world, or maybe we will enjoy hate and love will be our gloom. My life took a split change towards a happy time, hate has forever left my side. A world of wrath is what's seen through my eyes, so why add more to the world? why make another person cry? I was feeling down for so long, everything accomplished i felt was wrong. All i could see was fault in every one but me. I used to think life was unfair, nothing seemed right out there. But now i'd rather be hated for who i am then loved for something i'm not and what i don't do, "kind of like you" i said having a deep coversation with the world. "By the way, are you boy or girl?" the world didn't answer me, it was all silent. It answered with world violence. The world is forever old, it's kind of scary to think one day it might fold, so scary to think that my dreams are TOO bold, and how creepy to think inside my head is the greatest story never told. The more of a stranger i become the more of a danger i feel to our presence. Do you know how hard it is to hate? Do you know how hard it is to cry when you haven't any tears left? Or how hard it is to ask yourself "why" after you've wept? After crying over how badly i wished i lived in a world without that line, a world where there is no other side, and i lived with my frienemies. When i die i won't be gone, my happiness everlasting and reasons for hate continue asking, maybe one day fear will be true and unmasking. I'm ready to live a life or 2, or maybe life a few. Isn't it funny that with hate you never know what to do, always so confused. I am only human flesh and bone, my feelings adapted to other people showing hate and happiness through how their eyes glow, what's in my eyes to show i shall forever not know. Most of my memories have escaped, or confused themselves with dreams. Memories should be happy is all they ought to be. I look at the stars, this time they're big as a peach, not so far, kind of like dreams.....within reach. PLEASE COMMENT
Reason for writing:
WHEw, this poem took some hardcore thinking, which is and unusual accomplishment for me, haha. anyway, this poem is about a guy who has lots of hate for the world, but he doesn't want to hate it, he wants to change his way, but there's so much violence, and wrongness in our world that he can't sto hating it. so he sets out to find hate. he eventually finds himself racing downt he highway. so he's racing down the highway, and he comes kills himself in a car crash "maybe this car will crash...oh look here comes fate" and then when i say "i stood on my car's hood and decided to never come downs" means the he really CAN'T touch the world because he's no longer living. and this poem is just really deep and has a lot of metaphors i think they're called, where u say something but it means that and also means something way deeper. and this guy really found no love or happiness untill after he was killed and didn't live on the earth anymore. so yah, that's what this poem is all bout. hoe you enjoyed it, please comment
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