"Riddles (A Rough Draft To A Finished Work)"

Lullabies are sweet
But reality is sweeter
Temporary is the song
As is this poet's home
I stare into the ocean
And see what is true
But what's conceived to be true
Is a false shade of blue
I'm captured by hay
With an underlay of dirt
Above two spaced out brown lines of fur
And a distant scent of myrh
Enticing and believable
Huh...yeah u were...

I'm trapped in a place
Where there is nothing but green
You walked away so fast without a shoulder to lean-
On is the light and compassion is my heart
I should have never read this story to start
I regret my decision
Because you leave me alone
Alone in a home
I do not call my own
I put up a front
Like yeah we're ok
But who is left?
Me!
At the end of the day

I don't know how to phrase
These next couple of words
But my opinion of you has diminished
Please wait I'm not finished
A little TLC is all that needed to be
So if u see a change
Don’t look at me
My heart is very fragile and was already broken
The only way to get away
Is my feet and a token
I am angry at u and i want u to know
But when its my turn to speak my Herhsey's wont go
So many times u take advantage of we
But race is not a thought its a part of me

If the one this is for
Is reading this now
I’m making it known
I’m no longer the clown