By Cort LaCasse
God forbid i take the wrong plate, And have to justify… The space i've filled The air i've breathed and all the time that i have spent If im to assume the words being spoken, are directed at me and if i'm wrong, i cannot go along. for existence becomes not more than pain im sorry, please, i was just confused i didn't know what i had to do The self imposed rules, the thought of hurt All become reasons, to not speak and avert
