Came to this world not knowing where I’m going
Seeing it myself than being told by your knowing
I have to be lost so I can find myself again
There is much to explain but I can’t maintain
Remembering the mistakes I gone through
The scars of it I won’t show and that is true
If you say my friends is bad influence, that’s your opinion
So don’t tell me who can I trust, I’m not your minion
My poems may not be your amusement since it’s my thoughts
The thoughts that have spots while you trying to point the dots
So I’m giving a warning before reading this poem ahead
With that from my head, its best those words being unread
The feeling of being the middle person to resolve a solution
Even though it’s not my fault that cause the “hate” pollution
To be the decided factor meaning I could lose one or both
Two of you have sin of sloth, since you forgot your troth
Comments (6)
See all