Walking through life
All I can think about
Is my death
Because no matter
What way I go
I’m still going to
End 6 feet under
Or maybe in
A fishes gut
But either way
I know I’m going
Where everyone ends

But as I walk
I notice how
Everyone I meet
Gives off a smile
Even though
There are good and bad people
You don’t know till
You live with them

I live around people
Who doesn’t walk
My path
And who judges me
Base on their
Past
No matter how
Or what
I say
They will not
Change their
Eyes

I have met people
Who understands
And who have
Change their ways
But in this
Jail I call home
No matter what
Right or wrong
I do
I still fail
In their eyes

But as I walk
Down this life
I realize
Why bother
Changing someone
Who doesn’t…