Kinda vent-ish I guess? The thumbnail has nothing to do with the poem- explanation- I had to write a bunch of poems for school, and my 'theme' was time, and I started this with the title of 'Mended', sort of thinking how it could be about time healing all wounds. But then it got off-topic. I still love it though, and decided to share it. anyway The One Who Knows Dangerous things and dangerous ways, They say I can’t be mended. But don’t ask them, Their silver tongues Are only capable Of lies. Why don’t you ask the one Accused, the dangerous one Who seeks the truth? Why don’t you Ask the one who knows How to see behind the fakes? Dangerous things and dangerous ways, They say I can’t be mended. But don’t ask them, They only see What they want to believe. Why don’t you look at the one Accused, the dangerous one Who looks at you? Why don’t you Look at the one who knows Just how ugly they are? Dangerous things and dangerous ways, They say I can’t be mended. But don’t ask them, They can only hear Themselves. Why don’t you listen to the one Accused, the dangerous one Who hears you? Why don’t you Listen to the one who knows The sounds of other’s voices? Dangerous things and dangerous ways, They say I can’t be mended. But don’t ask them, They only know What they tell themselves is truth. Why don’t you stand beside the one Accused, the dangerous one Who knows? Why don’t you Understand the one who knows Just how understanding they can be? Dangerous things and dangerous ways, I don’t need to be mended. I seek, I see, I hear, I understand. I am the one who knows.
