Poetry

why would you choose 

cuz what do I care if I loose 

I can heal I can grow

so what do I care if I choose 

I feel

I heal 

I help

I hope

to make sure we’re one when we grow

and I need your help

 for you 

to believe and go through 

I need you to see and seek

you

but you believe 

believe something 

and that’s 

that’s not….

 “true”?

how do I even say it

how do I help and give 

how can you receive 

if you believe so strongly 

terribly 

“but it’s just a …

a what?! 

a thought 

a fact 

a belief 

and you can’t even see

you

seek you

your own pain patterns perception and rejection 

none accepted 

just unaware 

with dulled consciousness 

stuck and lost

hurt and frost

to cure

cure?! what?

humans 

people 

feelings 

…but it’s human

rotten

forgotten 

degraded 

dulled all

the senses 

controlled and pushed aside 

beside them

who know

reality.