Weaponed Words

Your words speak to me softly But my head suddenly screams. You’ll never understand why I think you are mad at me. Some say it is all in my head Some call it anxiety Some would say I am insecure You think that is obscure. They ask me why I can not just be happy … Continue reading Weaponed Words

Tomorrow

I’m not sure what tomorrow holds. It has already been sold, so I am told By politicians and ones who don’t care. They don’t mind controlling our lives And taking what’s there’s. I wonder when you will wake up and see That nobody cares about you and me.