well, I was sitting in my room doing nothing really, then I realized that everything we do is based of what others do or think, and we don't even realize it half the time, so I wrote this little tidbit poem trying to get myself to wake up from the world, let me know what you guys think an if you ever feel this way~
Ugly, pathetic, weak.
Beautiful, wonderful, strong.
Two voices, two sides.
Both swimming in oil.
The one to live will still struggle.
You'll never make it.
I believe in you.
Two sides, two voices.
Both swimming in black.
The only one worth hearing is the on who writes these words.
This voice won't be swallowed, for this voice is my own.
It shall be heard, and not turned.