Incurable

Incurable

if I felt the touch
of steel plated fury
would you see my face?
the little guy in the corner
you never dared to see-
the inner demons be released
that which you seek so tirelessly
maybe this is the cure
to my disease…

(Kelly)

 **A thought of difference in this world, sometimes being too nice and caring is looked down upon.  This poem really doesn’t represent change, because that is not a quality to change for any reason.  Those quote “nice guys” are a dime a dozen anymore.  In a world of robots, I choose to be a human.**