Comfortably "Two"
There are always two
[sides that is]
to every story, so it's said
yet if you hear one, as it passes sad lips
the other side loses it's quip and it's grip
After the first
the second seems false
and can never be seen in an honest fair light
can never hold anything seeming comfortably right
[after the first]
Sometimes there are three
how so, can this be?
As others are involved in the hurt of the game
and fingers get pointed in ravenous blame
[or even four, or five, or more...]
So ignore my blunt plea
[to listen to me]
pay mind to the jester who is filling your head
and on a thin black line I'll tread
with a knife in my back and spit on my face
hang my head low in shame and disgrace
[in the phantasms of other minds only]
for my pride in my right, and lack of my wrong
will squelch and ignore "their" whimpering song
for though my voice has stayed meek
[my spine has held steel]
I'm not the one weak, I have always stayed real
and the only thing left for me to do
is ignore side number one
and be comfortably "two"
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I like it xD and Im glad to be back on Allpoetry ^^
