A poem for your thoughts..... Here I am again Knocking on your door Paper glued to this pen Will you open it? Im not sure Dont give me any less But Im not here to ask for more Just tell me one last thing before drown What level am I on? What is my score? Because the repetition is ruining me Pain, ease, pain, ease That my mind cant take it anymore My knees have become weak As I fall flat onto the floor I cant keep on fighting When I dont know what Im fighting for My body has grown but my mind remains pre-mature The accounts have balanced but I still feel poor So I run back knocking, Knocking on your door Can you give me any medicine I am desperate for a cure I let out these words But the true emotions I choose to store Locked in a cage That I have no energy to escape anymore Can you free me from myself I seem to be my own enemy Spiritual Self harm seems to come naturally As we harm ourselves by the things we are forced to see They said the solution was to seek professional kelp But help is not a profession Rather now they suffer from oppression Lips are sealed so theres not much to mention Locked in a white room, on a lock down, in detention But how can they call me crazy When all I did was follow instructions you gave me Live life to the maximum was really just being spoon-fed and lazy And now that Im dying, None of you can save me Even the most famous Die in the most weakest of states Even the most shameless Know that they must change their fates But we point these fingers at each other Because we ourselves are blameless? They said help would surely come But surely it is too late They said we were disordered Our minds confused But Im sure we just followed the orders Planned,set, communicated and checked by you They said I was dying But I still am I dont seem to be crying Because it seems easier to die Than to be alive In this hellbent, mind-twisting game We call success, we call fame They have done what we have taught them Do not try and refuse it You kept asking for responsibility But you clearly abuse it You kept asking for power When you dont know how to use it Strength and power are 2 very different things Dont try and confuse it Its not something that falls into our laps We must earn it We must choose it Stand high for something That you can also fall to the ground to prostrate for Pray for the Syrians Because soon they will come knocking at your door
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 21:11:36 +0000
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