Please Tell Me I'm Wrong

Please Tell Me I'm Wrong

By: Tyler Ross

There’s a panic in my mind

and I cannot seem to dodge.

I pace it slowly while I retrace all my thoughts.

The burning in my brain can manifest little lies.

It’s hard to trust you when you’re inconsistent

and you don’t realize.

This isn’t where I see myself

questioning what’s there.

Looking for irregular patterns

on a single colored canvass left bare.
You’re magnificent in all directions,

I’ll never forget to feel.

But please don’t leave me out in the cold

if you’re not too sure if this is real… 

Please tell me I’m wrong

for this doubt above me,

pushing me off this ledge.

I guess you just don’t know

how much I really care.

You’re selfish to notice what’s really there.

If this is serious, I want to know.

Do you want to keep on watering this plant,

and see it grow?

I get the impression, you’re bored, but feel so loved.

Caught up in a predicament,

you feel guilty because you want to run.

Please tell me I’m wrong

for this doubt above me,

pushing me off this ledge.

I guess you just don’t know

how much I really care.

It seems you’re selfish to notice what’s really there.

Please tell me I’m wrong.

Hypocritical Human Pointing Fingers

Hypocritical Human Pointing Fingers
By: Tyler Ross

It's okay for one thing, but not the other,
for you.
Standing on your soapbox,
today it's the Internet,
only your point of view.
Somedays, you band together
and to spread more hate,
what's wrong with you?

Where is your open heart?
Can you be a negative reducer?
I guess not.
Your brain ignites your burning tongue
spreading more hurt,
reducing everyone.

You wear those shoes too
given the opportunity.
You just refuse to see,
those stones you cast
only add more negative unity.

I see so many quick to judge,
then apologize later.
The likes of you
don't see anything greater beyond yourself,
even if the roles were reversed.
I wish I could help.

Where are the ones
helping to pull those who've fallen?
In those times of need,
sometimes it's not about what happened,
but about the recovery.
Everyone could use a pick-me-up,
a real friend.
Someone that will boost positivity
and stand by you to the end.

We could all use a little more help,
less spreading filth.