Why do I always make it about me,
I try to relate but they would disagree,
I don’t take my own advice why should they,
I try so hard to help yet I always pay,
I can’t get upset about anything because that’s attention seeking,
But what am I to do when my castle towers are creaking,
Should I hide it opposite to what I’ve been told,
Should I burn my curtains and rugs of white and gold,
All my carefully crafted furniture looking more like ghosts day by day,
I’m seconds away from smashing each one, throwing them away,
If there’s one true way to make this castle a home,
I must have lost it to an ancient tome,
It seems my walls of brick and stone,
Will be all I’ll ever know,
If only I could live in a house,
Bustling with people, not only a mouse,
Is there a way to get out of this alive,
Or should I step to the castles ledge and take a dive?
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 11:11 AM UTC
They all claim to love me,
But why then do they act as if they’re above me,
What happens when the boy with the grammy winning grin,
Fails time again and again to listen ,
Will I always feel this way,
Will it ever go away,
Or am I stuck in the prison of my mind,
So far gone there’s not a chance I’ll be signed,
Where do I go when the one I thought would be there,
Claims I’m broken, I can’t be repaired,
When I just need an open ear,
But all I get are silent lonely tears,
When they all come to me in a time of need,
But not one knows how I bleed,
Is there a point in trying,
Or will it just lead to me dying,
Am I overthinking it too much,
Is it too much to ask for a warm touch,
Maybe I’m the problem not them,
All they do is try not to break the stem,
Maybe it’s me,
Maybe I’ll never be free.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC