Through My Eyes Poem by Tyrone Holmes

Nothing is true
everything is permitted
permitted to
leave us all blue

rain equals gloom
earthquakes equal doom
sunshine makes us smile
people makes us frown

Friends are the worst
they all disappear in a sudden burst
Alas your all alone
in this place that you call home

There you search for things
you seek for such things that makes you happy
you end up finding nothing
and you end up like a lost puppy