Patterns In Life
Why don't you like what I like?
You know...your supposed to like everything I like, that's how it goes.
Maybe I can brainwash you to think as I do and live in my head.
But my head is such a lonely place,
only I understand it and that pisses me off.
Maybe I can control everything
and make you see through my eyes.
Oh yeah I am different I forgot that is ok.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|anonymous (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, March 2 2011, 01:01 am|
I do see through your eyes and you like what I like. You like watching a slug cross the sidewalk, and see how long it takes? You like following an ant to it's nest, and waiting for him to come back out, and you like to wait for a spider to catch that fly. We are alike my friend, because I enjoy the same things, because we are different and it's OK.
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