Duly Noted

Count on it.

They need something they can hold onto, 

But there's little I can provide 

In this chaotic disorganized mess 

Of runaway me... 

They need something they can hope for, 

But I remain senseless 

In this fucked up happy house 

Filled with anger and agony. 

They need something of a facade to love, 

But it is just a character 

In this rotting hell of a world 

Full of aggressive b******s. 

Like them, 

I'm not better than that 

So if you want to play with one hell of a lie, 

Then consider it duly noted.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I'd be willing to play faces with a lie if it had the chance to cheer me up . . .

[Riley Bray]

Wouldn't we all? :/

[Wall of Words]

I enjoyed that. A lot. It sounded like I was talking to someone with a beautiful way of speaking.
The hope, the inability to give it. The hard, cold, hateful view of the world... it was wonderfully written.
Great poem!
Sylvia.

[Riley Bray]

Thanks. :)