I sit in silence while you all chatter
for what you all say it doesn’t matter
Not in this world of dying
Not when there are others crying
While you scrutinize your size
All fighting to win some material prize
There are others who take there last breath
These people alone welcome death
You look at me in the corner
Thinking I’m a weird loner
True it may be
But with my poetry I am set free
I can be who I want to be
I understand the harsh reality
Now when you meet death
I will stand with more than one breath
For this whole time I have known
As you make useless chatter I have slowly grown
Now I see the world for what it will always be
I spoke to the few who knew how to be free
And for you I leave you pity
As you search to make your next fifty
I walked out and left you all behind
But we all know you will never mind
As I sit somewhere new
Finding life from a different view
You will make pointless chatter
Hiding everything that at the end will truly matter