Occasionally a Difference

You're always like a big black hole,
Taking in whatever comes around,
But never giving anything back,
Yet it still leaves you dead inside.


You have a soul its color is of coal,
Black, dark and filled with malice.
That permeates every fiber of you,
Never think of others only yourself.


When will you every gonna’ learn,
Prices are paid in each experience.
Receive none of adversities misdeeds,
Confusion of chaos certainly reigns.


Whenever reaching for your star,
They slip on through your grasp.
Every time the star comes again,
Before it can be reached it's gone.


There was no prior indulgence,
Between cultures had occurred.
Help an everyday jealous dispute,
Those who resist become resolute.


You're like ink spots on the wall,
Can't be folded to know what they are.
Comparably great storms on the horizon,
A magnitude of destructive devastation.


You show what can really be offered,
But hide behind a mistaken embrace.
Are you just afraid of what you are,
Or afraid that someone'll find out.

Sheilah Say