I wrote this

I wrote it thus because I couldn't get it a pretty gown.
I wrote this because five thousand years went wrong.
I wrote this because the clock is racing towards the finishing line.
Because I had to.
I wrote this because beliefs and hallucinations got their margins faded.
I wrote this because they lied, or they never knew the truth.
I wrote this because they always painted the surface.
I wrote it, for they sold sorrow with the garlands.
I wrote this because my poetry sounded bland. To you.
I wrote this they didnt look back at old lady begging on the sidewalk.
I wrote this because  they took pride too easily.
I wrote this because speaking got banned.
Because Love was a crime. In practice.  They made it thus.