Writers seeking the world

My name you don’t need to know
My self you don’t need to see that
My hurt you cant handle that
Sometimes people will tell you things they feel
Me I wont I will tell you what you need to know
Hold me in your arms for one night
Kiss my cheek for when you wake I will be gone
You don’t need me
All my hurt all my walls
Even the hurt you will soon endure
Im not good enough
I ask myself that same question each day
You shouldn’t have to marry a damaged insure little girl
But yet you stay
I tell you I love you only to find myself wondering do I
I answer with a question
Am I worthy of only saying that
Good enough what’s good about enough??
Why are we so lost in makeup and hairspray when we live in a world such as this?
Where love is a word thrown around in shades
Making love isn’t even a thing anymore it’s a completion of who can get more
You sit here saying these things like I care
Like it’s going to change me
I want to see that I’m good enough
The way we live there is no such thing as loyal good forgiving losers
And that’s a nice way to say that
We are a disgrace of people
We live in this world pleasing others before we please ourselves
You can’t walk down the street anymore wondering if you’re going to be
shot, raped, or jumped.
The government is trying to change and fix something so broken they can’t even handle
And what are we
We are the dirt under them
We are influenced by nature
Or so we are told
And that’s not true
We are in a state where nothing matters
Love is a word thrown
Sex is a point of passage looked at as a place of fun
Trials of life is unplanned sixteen year old baby momma
You can’t have a serious relationship no and days with a cheating lying scum
Yes we were not so big ten years ago
twenty years ago
maybe even thirty
But all we need is to see the world is changing and there is not crap we can do about it
I am a writer so many few of those now and days
I am a singer influenced by a dead person
Killed because her crazy manager shot her
But I don’t sing about sex and love
I sing for the good of the world the little light shining like a dim vent
Gangs and sex are we here about this world now
now homicide is happening everyday but for what??
Nature is a place to put your trash
instead of place to keep us alive
All I have to say is that this world needs to shape up or we are going to die
And me I am done fighting for love I’m done fighting to make people see
I am writer and this is my way of art
Showing people that depression and happiness can’t go together
But I make a way
I will slap a fake a smile on any day to show that my humanity can still stand but others on there
Drugs and pathetic lives get the best even if your top of the world are you changing things
No of course not
Poetry isn’t roses and sweet little love songs
It’s a point of showing trials showing how we make a difference in the words we speak
So tell me this isn’t poetry
Please you want a rhyme here you go
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m writing to you
What are you going to do
Sit there with your eyes so dark
Please take one lap around the park
See how this world was back then
Then come to me bring your pen
Write down so much if only a little
Show me what you find in this riddle  
The world has changed right in front of you
So I ask once more what are you going to do.