Untitled #6

Read the poem to find out what it is.

Sowing the seed
the seed of normalcy
you see complacency is the reason we
have trouble finding who we’re meant to be.
Please do agree
it’s not just me
having trouble finding who I’m meant to be.

To be normal is to be different,
To be normal is no different.

Lying awake with my head in your hands
as I contemplate your existence
whether you meet my demands
I've been writing hate mail for a year
and I’m having trouble finding your address
there is no reply,
so why would I
believe in you or even look at the sky.

Reviews

[Zane]

this poem really made me think, Jack. I liked the lines about being different.