Dear All Of The Perfect People

i wrote this  think a year ago so...


dear all of the perfect people
the ones who are served
the ones used to luxury and riches

the ones with all happy days
who point and laugh at the broken
abuse the already beaten

dear all of the perfect people
who live life like its nothing
and that others are nothing

dear all of the perfect people
I sit and smile
I smile as I reflect off of your disgust

I laugh
for one day to come
you shall know what I know

one day you shall be abandoned, broken
one day you will cry alone
you will see our life

so have fun for now
for soon you shall know
and I, I shall let you see it

    dearest,
       the broken