The Day Abraham Lincoln Died In Algebra Class Poem by Immortal blank state

During the Civil War, no one could understand.
Abraham's job was something everyone could not stand.
And as that glass fell to shatter on the floor....
Abraham was shot.... and walked through a white door?
Humanity would start to go insane.
The economy was like blood for rain.
Lying.... everyone thought it would be necessary to do.
But failing at life... it isn't fun to chew....
Books are burned up, stores are thrashed, broken.
Trust, that becomes hard to find, it will never be spoken.
Tears are shed, as fast as a bullet hits through your skull....
A heart, that shall remain untamed is not empty, nor full....
Walking backwards and hushing secrets is suddenly the new trend?
Hurtful words and fights, who am i supposed to call my friend?
My brain stays filled with many answers but the questions are unknown.
A key melts... or the sun... but never an icecream cone.
Of course staying alive beside the moon is a simple task.
But who's to know why I am always hiding my mask?
Masks won't fade or die... but friendships, will.
No colors will be intertwined... none can fufill.....
Those friendships.... relationships..... and all those ships...
May sail for all eternity or just until one trips...
I can't explain why Abraham Lincoln died in Alegbra Class....
But I can explain that being good at life is something i can never pass...

[[written on May 28th,2009]]