You Call It The Stupid Things. (I Call It Me)

You Call It The Stupid Things. (I Call It Me)

A Poem by PoeticFury
"

I am me

"
So what if I want to watch the birds sing.
Even watch the rain poor on my window ever so slow.
I am the way I am.
So what if you don't take the time to understand..
You never took the time to get to know.
What if I wanted to show you that some people are real.
That instead of trying to add misery to your pain.
Maybe someone can help you and your mind to heal.
Though when I was all these things you didn't care.
Didn't care how I feel.
So what if I want to listen to someone on openmic.
Instead of going to a club possibly losing my life.
I want to hear words. I been tired of fights.
You never cared about of that. It's cool to have fun.
Although you never cared about wrong & right.
So what if I enjoy putting my words for others to hear.
It helps me to hear them. While I may help them.
To know that someone is hear.
Big deal if I love music; people like me don't abuse it
Unlike you... We have it cause it helps us not to lose it.
In the end it does not matter; call it what you want.
-Crazy-Dumb
I do this because I want to. Cause there are people who are like me. So let us be...
This is not for you.
So you call it stupid.. That may be. Although I just call it
Me

© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
PoeticFury

New Orleans, LA



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Heaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..

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