I see you digging into that burger just chewing away,
Did you know that was a life, a soul that looked forward to living another day?
The grease is dribbling down your hands as you take another bite,
How would you feel if I sank my teeth into you, I bet you would put up a fight.
“Hi, I’d like a garden burger please?”
“How can you eat that crap,” you say.
“it’s easier than eating something that used to breathe”
I look around the restaurant and see steaks, burgers, and chicken dishes.
I may be only one person making the right decision.
You judge so harshly on what my body consumes.
Please just leave me alone because I’m not the one putting an animal to their doom.
When I have my heart on my sleeve and give you a gift from what’s on my mind be gentle with your words, be subtle with correction because I am like glass and times like this are hard to find. I’l lay it all out like it’s a race against time, but that is not the case I’m just releasing what’s on my mind. The words might be misspelled, or I might be singing out of key, have I forgot to meter the shot? Oh how clumsy of me. If you find there’s a mistake don’t get distraught. Just lay it out to me with a smile I promise I’ll give it a better shot. I’ll take your words of wisdom and pack it away in my heart. so when time comes for another burst of creativity, I’ll at least know where to start.
See this Apple? It’s a bit beaten and bruised, but can you see the beauty it still has? It still serves a purpose and still can be used. The outside has the perfect shade of red. Don’t pay attention to the bruises that was left. Go ahead take a bite, it’s sweeter than what it looks like on the outside. Can you see now? Don’t judge on how your eyes may perceive. Just take the time to get to the inside of things.
Upon the look on my face you’ll see a drunken excitement, but look closer and you’ll see it’s just a mask. I don’t want to be here, or don’t want to be talked to .The masses leave me aghast. Controlled by this feeling of being put on the spot, here is my name and me stuttering to make conversation, but I wish this would all stop. There’s too many people just awaiting an answer from me. Just take my name, my hobby list and let me be. Controlling my shakes and I force a smile. I’m the wallflower that sits by the window with the mask that sits for that while.