why is it easier to write
what goes wrong than what goes right
why grey clouds slashing the earth in heartwrenching cries
and not fluffy cottonballs in cerulean skies?
do they strike you harder; do they make you sigh
what about that one mean guy
you want to, have to, need to hurt
in contrast to the Overlooked
who brings flowers to your concerts
and don’t forget the sadness, humanity’s complete, utter madness!
just look up from your books, you’ll find
words warm and actions kind