So this morning I did more thinking than I usually do. (which is weird because I don't really think at all in the morning, I'm usually half asleep.) Like always, my best thinking is done in the bathroom. I know that sounds like TMI, but I was just brushing my teeth. And so I thought up this poem. I haven't quite thought of a name for it yet, but it's done. Just a small little passage nothing mindblowing or anything. So here goes.
some people turn to rock and roll, 'cuz it's the only thing they know
and then they cry the tears they hide, that once just didnt flow.
some people turn to art, to feel the feelings in their heart.
so that they can feel, the things that were there right from the start.
some people write, just in spite of all the hatred that rules the world.
but it's all the same,
we play a game,
to try and hide the pain.
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