Birddy Canary

I feel like

Silence is

The answer

To a mathematical

Problem

The equation

Space

To make

A novel

Praised

For the

Use to

Silence-err

Couldn’t see

What I mean

With a monical

You couldn’t

Feel my Words

With a key

To catch

Up with

the day

Locked

Out of

Thankfulls

And thank

you’s

Your own

Answer

Or is it

Protection

For what’s

To come

A mediphor

Unpluged

Giving you

The truth

In the

Feeling

Of what

Is why

I go by

And go

Through

As a silencer

No fake

Smiles

To pardon

You

From death

Till only

I am left

The Cards Of Truth

This isn’t a test…

knowing the outcome before it happens…

I can never really rely on happiness…

The day of the dead…

In humble terms…

Question is…

Should a human have to feel and be so lonely…

All I know is I’m to use to it…

Its like the only people who really except me…

Are billions of miles away…

A shame…

I don’t even get along with my own race…

Yet the truth is…

I’m excepted by different beautiful colors…

Cultures…

To be real…

They are the reason I live without pain…

Its a shame…

I’m just happy to have people that care…

“To the ones who genuinely do! I love you all! Straight up!”