PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Everybody camera blind

Everyone so sweet

Spitting cussing talking trash

In between their drunken cell phone exchange

They call themselves artistic

So grungy and beneath

It's all the rage that turns the page

And decides how they'll look tomorrow

Because the prettier their face may be

The less they have to say

So not talk with your perfect lips

And describe how you're above

I have no doubt because you're in control

And you always get your way

I dropped from grace, landing here

On my feet with dirt on my hands

Deny my good, my gratitude and trust

Deny my intentions held

I've gained no points, earned no prize

I just fit into this hole I've dug

And I hate you for it

I hate you for being so natural

For fitting in, for understanding

Or for ignoring what you can't describe

I've tried so hard to accept myself

But everything's so tiring

And on days like this, I see no point

In trying to figure anything out at all.