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Pretty isn’t always me
Dark
suffering
A bit of misery.
I write what is on my mind
My mood changes all the time.
I could write a love poem
To the sweetheart of my dreams.
Love is not the only thing on my mind
Not the only thing I see.
Pretty isn’t always me
Powerful
Wild
Could get quite extreme.
Politics and idiots
All the above
Right now, I don’t see
Or feel the love.
I could write about angels
I write about God from time to time.
I could write about pretty things
Like sugar and spice.
But I am not naive
Fully aware that life isn’t always nice.
Pretty isn’t always me
I have seen a lot of death
Sometimes I feel quite empty
At times I get depressed.
I write about my beliefs
And my own opinions.
Some people judge and criticize me
I am fully aware that I can be crazy.
I sincerely apologize
That I am not always happy
So sorry
But no, I am not sorry
Because pretty is just not always me.
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