I learn so much from reading the thougts of others. Young or old, big or small, we all worry about something. There is always "something" wrong with someone, some of us just hide it better than others but we all wear a mask.
It's too dangerous to take it down, there are too many people that wait for others to take off their cool so that they can capitalize on it...
Sadness
I'm thinking
you rule the world
with an iron fist
and a cloud of gray
constantly raining down
on the joyous and content
to wash away their easy going nature
and darken their spirit
Sadness
I'm thinking
you thrust yourself
forward to discourage
engulf and cage
the spirit of a fighter
until nothing remains
but a lonely empty
shell
Sadness
I'm thinking
that your search
for new candidates
to receive the gift
of discouragement
knows no age
breaking the spirit of the young
confirming the cynicism of the old
Sadness
I'm thinking
you enjoy being
the grim reaper
of emotionz
that nothing
makes you happier
than pain and strife
Sadness
I'm wishing
that your blows
wouldn't come so hard
wouldn't come so fast
wouldn't crush my sternum
causing my heart to implode
Sadness
I'm wishing
that I didn't walk the streets
and see your talents
displayed in the eyes of many
or see your handy-work
in the form of hunched shoulders
that heave heavily as sobs escape
tear stained faces
Sadness
I'm wishing
that the sounds of comfort
laughter
and the pictures of encouragement
smiles
are enough
for your dire extinction
Sadness
I'm thinking
I'm done being sad
because of you