My Twisted Up Frown

I guess I’m a bad person, I know you don’t like me. Well,
Ha! I’ll make my own way. What a circle, a mean cycle, we
can’t excite you anymore. I don’t want to hear your sad
songs, no I don’t want to feel you pain… considering I’m
making it for you. And when you swear it’s my fault, I want
to take your finger, bend it back, and break it off! The way
I see it, the next time you point a finger… I’ll point you
to a mirror. So, where’s your gavel? Your jury? What’s my
offense this time? You’re not a judge, but if you’re going
to judge me- just sentence me to another life! This is the
best thing that could’ve happened- any longer, and I
wouldn’t have made it. It’s not a war. I’m just a person but
you can’t take it!
The same tricks that once fooled me—they won’t get you
anywhere. I can fend for myself. Living! Living a new hard
life, I can make it, I’ll give anything but up, my dear! But
there’s still that thickness in the air, weighing heavy on
my heart. What’s wrong with me? Why cant I just fit in? Why
can’t I do what everyone else does? I get lonely in a
crowed, everyone is smiling—why do I make myself left out?
It’s like I have a shield around me. A line only crossed by
a dead man. I won’t let you break me free.
I’m scared, I don’t know how it works, and you won’t show
me. So, I’ll just run for cover when I should really face
the truth. This is not a dream anymore. But I’ll throw it
all away before I lie. I’ve been dying on the inside, little
by little. But this is life and pain is just a simple
compromise so we can get what we want out of it. I’ll wonder
this earth like a misguided ghost, traveling endlessly. Can
you feel the ones you trusted the most still pushing you
away? Can you hear them? They echo you while you run blindly
in circles, attempting to hold the essence of dignity
inside. Just smile. The torment of the day will begin when
your head hits the pillow. Keep quiet. It will be over soon.
If only time flew like a dove, we could watch it fly… just
keep looking up.

~Storm Chaser