It's crazy how
sadness is painful.
As I'm feeling it now,
It's more than just my soul.
Did I do this to myself?
Are you the cause?
Could it be something else?
Or nothing at all?
......
Through the glass of Iron Towers
Might my voice be hardly heard.
Though emergence of my powers
Rises up from underworld.
Slums, where we were all created,
Fight their way to core through lies.
Broken stray dogs posing danger
Shouldn't take you by surprise.
Lost have nothing else for losing:
......
Don't talk over them,
Don't expect them to care,
Don't be surprised if they laugh at me
Don't expect them to listen.
Expect them to be dismissive
Expect them to be defensive
Expect them to be self - righteous
(I've got to get out of this situation.)
......
I'm crumpling inside
but there's no reason for me to be.
I need YOU to be mad at me
so I'm no longer stuck.
I've pinned myself to a wall.
A wall of guilt.
A wall of pain and hurt.
A wall of self-hatred.
......
Amateur associates amass along adjudicated
battlefields, brandishing boldened bayonets and
ceremoniously ceasing cessation of contentedness.
Directors dispatch the distinguished duty:
“Erase the entire entitled empire!”
Fire falls ferociously upon fiefs of feudal foes,
guilds of gilded ghosts greedily grasp to the
hollow hope of “humanity’s” harmony.
Inept intellectuals irregularly interject as
judge, jury, and justifiers, jovially joining
......
Don't talk over them,
Don't expect them to care,
Don't be surprised if they laugh at me
Don't expect them to listen.
Expect them to be dismissive
Expect them to be defensive
Expect them to be self - righteous
(I've got to get out of this situation.)
......
I'm crumpling inside
but there's no reason for me to be.
I need YOU to be mad at me
so I'm no longer stuck.
I've pinned myself to a wall.
A wall of guilt.
A wall of pain and hurt.
A wall of self-hatred.
......
It's crazy how
sadness is painful.
As I'm feeling it now,
It's more than just my soul.
Did I do this to myself?
Are you the cause?
Could it be something else?
Or nothing at all?
......
All steps grow thorns and thistles
Boulders lie hidden from the walking eyes;
Some throw them out with ease
While some fall down and writhe with cries.
Life is a testing trial by fire
Everybody must stride out of fear and tear;
Some see black in blues and reds
While some go green and grin far and near.
......
Amateur associates amass along adjudicated
battlefields, brandishing boldened bayonets and
ceremoniously ceasing cessation of contentedness.
Directors dispatch the distinguished duty:
“Erase the entire entitled empire!”
Fire falls ferociously upon fiefs of feudal foes,
guilds of gilded ghosts greedily grasp to the
hollow hope of “humanity’s” harmony.
Inept intellectuals irregularly interject as
judge, jury, and justifiers, jovially joining
......