Untitled (#6)
Searching for some other way
To bring some
small relief
Never to be satisfied
And snatch at all beliefs
Didn't have
the energy
To make up for my part
Everything seemed easy
but
I didn't have the heart
Things that
on the surface
Seemed so very much the same
But once you've
made the move
So long nothing
else remains
So afraid
to make a break
For fear of what I'd do
It can cause repressive
treatment
When they put the blame on you
I know now
just where I stand
These thoughts will never cross
Victim
of security
Hoping to get lost
But you've
worked the whole machine
And never missed
out much
Still staring in the mirror
Trying so hard
not to push
Put you on
a wooden cross
Nailed reasons to your hand
Covered in
self-pity
Maybe now you'll understand
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