Damaged Fruits

I just realized not everyone's like me!

Likely enough, were all rough on the edges of defences.

It's senseless,

In a way were all the same.

Share our differences and you only know my name.

I aim for what I can't touch,

Lame! don't have much.

Useless damaged fruits, toss me in the bad bunch.

I have such an urge to search, prefer new birth.

Few truly hurt the way that you hurt.

It's like...

People want to pick at it.

This habit of black magic makes me want to snap

And release with static.

There's a beast and an action, the way you see me!

Demons get out of my way let me pray freely.

It's optimism, it's contradiction.

I'm on a mission with my fruits.

They may be damaged, but I can manage with my roots.

Reviews

[Angel Baby]

Very interesting write. Found it thought provoking. which is a good thing...great job!