Forensic

Peace was sent and rejected by the rebellious

Silence was sent and rejected by the boisterous

I left both at the doorway to chic because I was not fashionably late

I've been fed hate daily since I left my mother's breast

Why should I care if they have sex with each other

Isn't making love better than making hate

Isn't being who you feel you should be better than being fake

You hibernate and wake to the same depression

You try hard as you will but you are not the best at every session

My depression is counteracted by my will to survive

I have to live to continue the progress

Anything else would need a forensic scientist to pry and eaves drop on everything I cop

But never stop at the top

Go to the tip and if you slip

You surely would be ordinary

A fate worse than death itself