HUMANITY

you are not you. 

you are what i think
alas i refuse to admit i am wrong.
what can i say?
i love this version of you 
he is kind and sweet and loving 
so very beautiful.

The way is harsh
The light is dim
And we forget to celebrate love
Instead condemning faultless faults and forged sins
We sit in silence
Festering in our lack of empathy 
Or we stand and scream because still we are not heard

   


I get to be lazy in the summer
I sleep in, eat fresh fruit for breakfast,
Watch TV alone at my house.
My family is gone until mid afternoon
So the sun watches over me.