Soliloquy Of The Misunderstood
(how could it ever not be so?)
Bleeding, growing
Ribs not showing.
Less slow motion
More emotion
But still,
there's the Commotion.
Banging in my head,
Tears running for
the emotions still not put to bed
"It's
recovery" they said.
But do I really want
that, I questioned as you upped your stealth.
So, they tried to
swap you for health -
I tried to keep you
for wealth -
But you never do me
right
And In the middle of
the night
I'm less alone than
in the day,
For you run around,
come what may,
With your endless
chat, still the start of the fray.
"not good
enough for that" and "far too fat"
go hand in hand with
"just a
brat" and "ruin everything like that".
So, its irregular,
not right.
It's neither fight
nor flight
This thing that
bites and blights,
But shines so bright
to guide me home,
But still I can't
help but moan,
In a helpless tone,
Water, water every
where,
Nor any drop to
drink.
/Think.
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