Another Tea Party
You fall apart like empty leaves,
Yet in the land where nature breathes,
You set fire to the skin of trees,
humanity is a cold disease.
You claim to fall like smoldering ash,
But you you lay wasting all your cash,
Proclaiming your lungs are a joke,
As you engulf them in a hug of smoke.
if your poems were as dark as your soul,
Would we be able to read them at all,
Lay claim to your bodies demise,
As you shade yourself and hide your eyes,
I've had enough of this charade,
you lay claim to a sharpened blade,
Don't let the edge pierce your skin.
Nor let your days wither thin.
you claim to be a child of hate,
Yet laughter and joy your can create,
You do not need a label or group,
To feel accepted, a part of a troop,
May your fears lay to rest,
If you do try your best,
To be a good friend to those close by,
Don't see them as a splinter in your eye.
You told me once they don't exist,
'I am alone' You carelessly hissed,
But the fake reality will shatter,
this isn't some sort of fairy-tale
and im certainly not the mad hatter.
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