for wanting it to be right
a stupid issue
from a stupid mouth
up at night because of a stupid choice
sleeping easy in the next room
it's easy
to play that defensive tune
that's why
he finds the
melodies so sweet
bringing to him that
kind of
relief
i feel broken in the back yard
stabbed by my right hand
slicing thoughts with a shard
broke something grand
and looking in the mirror
i get disgusted
thinking of my potential
i hope it's enough
to keep me
from that dug hole
living like he does must be nice
no more ability than
what will suffice
i've been suffering in the back yard
of my mind
thinking of an admirable time
few come alive
and many less built around a lie
a man in charge
who can't sever ties of dependency
hypocrisy explicit
flowing in veins
of redundancy
it's like the same uneasy sentence again
like the same uneasy sentence again
same uneasy sentence again
and then the same uneasy sentence again
but what can we do
when you didn't commit to a vision?
broken floor tile
arguments unfounded
so give me a smile
stupidity compounded
victim of his gerrymandering
but thinks he is pandering
only to himself
never puts a new book
on that shelf
every time
i try to be myself
he grabs hold of the ideas on
my shelf
and my questions are too painful
and passing judgement is so useful
an informed decision
he thinks it's all motive
for unnecessary competition
but what is that within?
failure to want to begin?
i am painfully distraught
when he acts like
i fought
with
deadly intentions
i become a broken fence
around a bed of
severed heads
melodrama queen
get back in your limousine
painful to write
painful to fight
no sword nor pen in your sight
gentrified but lost sight
and i'm afraid to follow suit
and i'm afraid to follow you
i don't know
am i being a good one?
have i been a good ...?
even if i'm mad
i'm sorry ...
~It is personal.
Love,
Digress
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