crisp crane
Not Like Us. by V. Nobel
I blew up.
I died.
They laughed.
They lied.
I was good.
They didn’t care.
I Opened myself.
They were nowhere.
Misunderstood.
Misled.
Took another shot.
I grew red hot.
Then I held it back.
They saw meek.
I didn’t tweak.
I let it sink.
Now it's too late.
Can’t walk back.
What's not?
Not what??
I wish I was taught.
Now I’m just not.
And Now it's not.
Whose that?
It's who?
Enemy?
Friendly?
Who cares?
Its beyond
ugly—
Saw it
Turned from it
Neglected it
What's it?
That's it.
What's it?
Not like us.
Its just it.
I cant stand it.
Takes space and bleeds in it.
Ruins innocent.
Leaves a scent.
Girls resent it.
It isn’t worth it.
God created us.
Devil tainted it.
Disgust/Descent.
You shall feel that
Unless you avoid it.
God loves it.
God treats it.
God forgives it.
God is in it.
But we must not love it.
For it shall burn.
It shall destroy.
It shall take.
It shall serve none.
It shall be less.
Less than.
Point.
Less.
Let it
Be.
Don't
Be
It.
It
Isn’t
LIKE
Us.
