Rainbows in the gaspuddles. by FoxesTookMyTea, literature
Literature
Rainbows in the gaspuddles.
My outlook on life is often bleak, often only seeing the things that would tear you down.
But sometimes I look on the bright side.. although it can burn your eyes you can see some
great things. Only being able to take only a glimpse or if you're lucky, you can experience the joy.
The joy of being happy, even if it is only for a few seconds. Because you can go back to the fun times.
Once they are gone, they are gone for good. Only memories until they fade away too. Then you realize
all over again what kind of hell you live in..
If you are not rich or famous, you are not worth shit to anyone. You look around.
Seeing the dirty sidewalks and
Lonely is an understatement. by FoxesTookMyTea, literature
Literature
Lonely is an understatement.
as I see the people walk by..
almost all on their phones..
as much it pains me to say..
much smarter than me.
as I walk on home.
i stare into the bleakness
i call my life.
as i continue on i continue to find
people are ever so cruel, pointing and smirking at my failures.
as i continue to walk on home.
and i begin to cry as my parents continue to fight
and pin me up on a nail as i'm just a worthless piece of crumpled paper.
as they call me a disappointment.
as i continue to walk on home.
i try my best to achieve always to fail in the end.
over and over, as to please my onlookers.
as i'm the laughing stock of my grade,
the meekest, and
Rainbows in the gaspuddles. by FoxesTookMyTea, literature
Literature
Rainbows in the gaspuddles.
My outlook on life is often bleak, often only seeing the things that would tear you down.
But sometimes I look on the bright side.. although it can burn your eyes you can see some
great things. Only being able to take only a glimpse or if you're lucky, you can experience the joy.
The joy of being happy, even if it is only for a few seconds. Because you can go back to the fun times.
Once they are gone, they are gone for good. Only memories until they fade away too. Then you realize
all over again what kind of hell you live in..
If you are not rich or famous, you are not worth shit to anyone. You look around.
Seeing the dirty sidewalks and
Lonely is an understatement. by FoxesTookMyTea, literature
Literature
Lonely is an understatement.
as I see the people walk by..
almost all on their phones..
as much it pains me to say..
much smarter than me.
as I walk on home.
i stare into the bleakness
i call my life.
as i continue on i continue to find
people are ever so cruel, pointing and smirking at my failures.
as i continue to walk on home.
and i begin to cry as my parents continue to fight
and pin me up on a nail as i'm just a worthless piece of crumpled paper.
as they call me a disappointment.
as i continue to walk on home.
i try my best to achieve always to fail in the end.
over and over, as to please my onlookers.
as i'm the laughing stock of my grade,
the meekest, and