The Ugly Truth

I must write it out

The bad s**t follows me like a cloud

When you are with your family and no one saves you a slice of cheese

they only say I never asked for them to save a piece

It just shows sometimes how they think of me

which is very depressing

and when I come to expressing

I just feel like no one understands what I mean

it is okay because unlike some I wont ram my car because I have a broken heart

in to their store and watch other innocents fall a part

The police and the thieves maybe they are another kind of family

while the others cry because no one saved them even one square of cheese

they put them all on the turkey patties that everyone was to full to eat

while the vegetarian cooked her own meal

I give to God all that I feel

He would have saved me a slice of cheese

even without me asking for 1 piece

I write it out because when you are single and not one person in your own family

thought of you it can make you blue

even here in the Yosemite Oakhurst sunset we see nature reveals its ugly truth

Reviews

[Dylan Macadham]

Most of us lead lives of quiet desperation ... Thoreau paraphrased.
...The rest of us construct our own Realities ... Me.
Screw Thoreau! :)

[butterfly]

thanks for the review

[Davidgeo]

I began to understand what I mean only after I let go of hoping other people would understand. I think life is much easier that way. I like your poem.

[butterfly]

thanks for the review