119 ~ What's The Use? Poem by stan pelfrey

Why do people misinterpret
the words that I speak?
They're too wrapped-up in their own little worlds
to take time and listen to me.

I've always tried to be different,
speaking of things most think weird.
People may not seek to comprehend,
but my satisfaction comes in knowing they hear.

Some things are simple,
some are hard.
Some things are little,
some are art.

Why is there always abuse?
Why do I need an excuse?
Why are we all so confused?
What's the use?

Getting a point across to others
is often hard for me.
That's why I go off sometimes
and lose my sanity.

When people are so narrow-minded
in their 'perfect' views.
It leaves me wondering fruitless
of just, 'What's the use? '

Some things are simple,
some are hard.
Some things are little,
some are art.

Are we all so recluse?
Are opinions so obtuse?
Are words so profuse?
What's the use?