
Bluegrass by Andrew Wilson
Thoughts that often were suicidal,
I loved my enemies I even waited on their arrival,
I resent bad chapter and good teachers with bad characters
Newly to me we came as young teens into secondary school we didn’t even know what we got ourselves into
We often had our fist clenched on the warm embrace of popularity honestly things you’ll only see in the movies
We were in love with the feeling we felt God like the premature Dons who dress in off white
Although how high we became we could never be as high as God who created the titles and diamonds we all claimed
I did try my best to be selfless by putting others first often regarded as a psychologist in secondary school but most people who actually listened to my sessions did go home to think about a lot I did My best an old saying goes like this; you can take the horse to the river but you can’t force it to drink
Well I’ve taking battalions to the river but only few of them drink I felt distinctive among my peers like bluegrass in a field sometimes I walk with friends and wonder why we both exist,
Although had a couple friends I felt alone like maybe I was too ahead to fit in I lamented
I wonder why everyone glories in torment bending/twisting/breaking our physical, psychological and emotional borders leaving us exposed and vulnerable like innocence stripped from a child what a world!.
Tears trying to escape his misted lids,
Friends offering help but does he need it?
Mental health should he seek it?
Or should he continue his voyage of depression
Should he ravage the earth for means to save him?
Or should watch the days pass as people often tend to forget him
He’s moronic although he never liked to admit it
He was intolerant never listened nor did he think before he spoke
He loved his roses but never liked to pick them,
He loved the water but never liked to swim,
He loved the sky but he never took account of its traits how many stars were present before he went to sleep at eight,
He was never one to listen but was very quick to banter; he blamed his friends for every gruesome word he uttered,
He had a sanguine tone for someone who typically was a walking "fuck up"
Yet, he’d love to tell you all about his crazy adventures where he’s always the Messiah in the story,
Although, his chapter unfortunately has come to an end
He loves everyone or does he pretend?!
