With the fact that I’m me
and all the crap I’ve seen.
I’m going through this life
with so much less strife.
The security of empathy
and absence sympathy.
I’m a freak with a neck twitch
Like a creepy crazy glitch
Its this situation i gotta stitch
like an unsatisfyable itch
Don’t just fit in the niche
like a music note pitch
The memories I block on purpose
and the hurts i’ve covered and callosed,
The memories I relive day in and day out,
Just so I get through the day without an unconcious shout.
It makes my brain start to distort,
I start to twist and contort.
I Keep it all to myself till I scream inside
Till I hurt and I hurt and I hurt, I bide.
And still I’m stopped by foolish pride.
Past even when my emotions are fried.
I ask why and why, “Why cant I heal?”
I attempt to make deals aiming at my past zeal,
I struggle to kneel down and appeal
to the lord.
08 Sep 2012, 11:15 pm
