confession.

It is funny, because sometimes I get nervous about posting. Like I'll get feed back of people thinking things. But then I remember, I do get feed back from friends, and some say they don't like it. They think it is weird. And that has never been a reason to make me feel like I should write differently. I want them to think things, I want them to see something that isn't written in other works. I want to continue to write, to find even the smallest minority of one person's left hand, that might possibly look twice at the things I write, for amusement.
For one person to think, "I've had that exact thought" is a life dream of mine.

The company I keep.

You’re a real idiot if you can’t manage to turn disappointment in life into a lesson learnt.

Is it jealousy

You really feel

I know you harbour it

There isn’t black or white in the world anymore

Everything is more then you put it down too

You know the answers but you don’t want them

You’ve known them for decades

You don’t want to change though

So you’ll look else where to get what you want

But you know in doing that,

Your cheapening your value

So you mock others for the same thing

Yet you justify your actions

You put down racists the same way they put down race

You could play the big cards if they were handed to you

You cant see past your own nose

Passing out judgment like you had better rights

Because you think you’re defending people

You think you’re defending some starvation

In a far off nation

Because that person said they don’t know political systems,

And it is then their own destiny to be on the bottom of the world

But can I ask how, does it look from the top?

Human nature is our curse

Your no exception

I’ll have you know that,

But please don’t let me interrupt

Just you carry on with your salvation

One slander at a time

They are human

And they are competitive

And they are consumers

And they are liars

They are individuals

They at least aren’t right now putting you down for no reason

You wouldn’t sleep at night if you faced the truth

That you are exactly like them

you are them,

they are you.

Now tell me again what makes you better then everyone in the world

And if so, why haven’t your wildest dreams come true

You have a hard time in reality

Because you’re surrounded and you can’t see it

You think if you’re not perfect,

Then you’re nothing

And you think if you’re not nothing

Then you have to be perfect

Humanity isn’t simple.

There aren’t two opposing forces in life

You can’t just pick one

You are more then that.

You are annoying me to think that you can

To spit how you are the perfection when you’re happy

Or hear how you are the biggest loser when you’re sad.

If you contradict yourself

Is that lying?

If so you are a liar.

If you ate a big lunch

Til your belly swells

If so then you are fat.

Do you repeat what you learn?

What if they are mistakes

What are you then?

You can’t answer that,

I understand why

Because the actions you take aren’t a definition of you.

You are only ever a product of your own environment

Only when you understand that you can manipulate that

Only when you get a hold on that can you change anything

Only when you accept that you will never rise above the rest,

May others see reason to raise you.