Twin's Poetry
Ahh... I figure I might as well add my personality to the forum, so here goes my sorry excuses for poetry. It's sad, cuz a lot of the poetry I wrote awhile ago, I don't really like now cuz I don't know if i agree with it... well anyway, here's one that I do like... well, the original anyway.
I'm Not Like You
I’m not like you,
And that makes me happy.
I don’t have to be like you,
And that makes me smile.
I don’t want to be like you,
But that makes me cry.
I cry because I’m afraid –
Not for myself, but for you.
I’m afraid of where you are headed.
Your values are misplaced and unbalanced.
You seem to be blind
To the hurt you are causing,
To the people you could help,
Yet you ignore them.
You laugh at them and bring them down –
Lower than they ever were before.
You prove the laws of physics: gravity;
It’s so much easier to drag someone down,
Than to use your strength to raise them up.
Your concept of love is disturbing.
Do you even know what it is?
You don’t, you can’t.
How could you understand?
There’s so much about love that you miss
Because you only focus on yourself;
Your love is selfish and one-sided.
I cry when your “love”
Abuses your only child.
I cry when your “love”
Rapes your girlfriend
Because you decided to get wasted.
There is no love in you.
You abuse yourself.
You add chemicals to your body
That don’t belong there,
That eat away at you
From the inside.
I refuse to follow you.
I refuse to be like you.
You don’t care for me.
In fact, you despise me
Because of the stand I’ve taken –
To love love and hate hate,
To respect my own body,
And, more importantly,
The bodies of others.
You can’t be like me
Because you hate me.
You hate what I am.
You wish to kill me,
Yet I will still love you.
I don’t belong here,
But I won’t give up.
I have no right, no reason,
To condemn you.
You are not mine –
You are not even your own.
You were bought with a price –
Greater than anything anyone else
Would be willing to pay.
He left a perfect life.
He knew he would be
Scorned, beaten, and murdered.
His love allowed Him to give it all up
For you and for me.
Innocence shed its blood for you.
Why shouldn’t I?