A/N: Okay, this one is pretty random but I couldn't get the idea out of my head. I personally like it (not as much as the first though) and hold pride in it.
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Spoon of a Mad Man
It is curved inwards,
You are strange
And curved outwards.
Dear friend are you sane?
A delicate curve up.
What are you telling me?
With a small slant down.
I see…
One way, I'm right side up,
Like you are supposed to be
The other I am upside down.
Like you truly are.
But people only look at the right side up.
They do not want to see
And ignore the other side.
Do not want to see the real you
All they see is the hope of rightness.
Never seeing the wrong
All the see of me,
Damn beings
Is hope and strength.
They should know
They never accept my sadness,
That is twined in you curve
They never accept my emotions,
You are their tool
All I am is their savoir.
Born a cursed
When I was younger,
Damn creatures
I was a monster worth nothing at all.
Always worth to me
I am not meant to feel.
For you are not given a choice
I am not meant to choose.
Just to be used
I am to be their puppet on strings,
Poor child,
A weapon to use and abuse.
My poor, sweet child
For they do not want to become tainted,
With blood on their hands
As I already am.
And were born to be
Oh perfectionism of humanity,
Can be described,
As simple,
As a spoon