Welcome Back

Returning to old places brings back the old feelings that this place provided. This place is my comfort and I see where I have been to where I am now. People would already judge and write me off, But not here. Here I can express me and no one can take my words and twist them where as this cruel world does everyday. Bussy streets where I walk everyday become barron with every word I type. Till all is left is the person we all see everyday. Walking alone but not without a cause. But a crusade to fight for what he belives is right. People will stop and shake their heads in disbelief to his lost cause. But he doesn't care he will go strong. People scoff at the way he thinks and act. But with a nod of his head the point is clear. He needs no ones approval. Ransom notes keep falling at your mouth Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs Speak no feeling. No i don't believe you You don't care a bit about what he does. Go on and turn your head you know you will and you'll just pretend he isn't even there. But how can you do that when this is his welcoming home party *Sorry for the long break to all those who read my poems I apperciate it and there will be more*