Sack of Crap
Lauren Allen Williams
Itís easy to feel like a sack or crap.
When people you had feelings for, just turn their back.
I only treat people the way I was raised and taught.
But what has it really brought?
Nothing, nothing but pain
A constant thought that always drives me insane!
Itís the same thought I've had countless time before
A thought, that has made my heart sore.
Why? Why are good people treated so bad?
By countless people, who only make them sad?
Every ounce of me wants to change, to better fit in.
But to me, treating people like that would be a sin.
So here I sit, in the prison my mind has made.
Watching as acts cause more bricks to be laid!
The walls seem endless, and un- scaleable.
Thick with despair, which makes them unbreakable.
Bound by my greatest fear I will continue to wait.
With my growing anger I hold in restraint.
So in this prison lays a sack of crap.
Alone and sad itís stuck in the trap.
From there, the pain I feel, I will endear
Because I know in truth, that no one will ever shed a tear...
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