sdrawkcablla

The Wicked Truth of Some

I am a man,
How takes the path less traveled.
And for this,
I'm persecuted.

For kindness,
Is not a virtue.
Nor a moral,
But yet a weakness.

And to a mere mortal,
Such as I.
I feel punished,
As I cry.

But not of tears,
Yet something more sincere.
For my soul bleeds out,
Yet I do not shout.

Thou words can't explain,
How I feel,
Which is vain.
There are still many clues,
But if you only knew.

Even then,
You wouldn't understand.
Cause to you,
I'm just a simple man.

And my feelings,
You don't really want to understand.
All you really want to do,
is find out why my eyes,
Look the way they do.