There have been thoughts that have popped up in my mind every now and then like a dead beat dad on holidays.
There have been break downs that I hide in the fabric of my pillow case as it muffles my whimpers
There have been hidden cries for help that won't dare move past my quivering lips to keep on my mask of "I'm okay"

I'm not okay.

As you walk the streets blind to the truth
Does money sculpt your perception
We see a struggle to fight through the day
You see laziness painted with your deception

Levels of hierarchy built by the bricks of immortality
Paper defines how long one lives
unable to afford a decent insurance plan
Taken for all we got but hated if we don't forgive

How long will it take until justice affects the top of the food chain
How long until an eviction notice will be on their doors
We all know the IRS wont ask them for overdue payments
But one will listen if its written with, "Sincerely, the Poor"

As I sit here and tear up
And scrounge around through old papers
Struggling to find the right words
I've only came across a few:

Your love makes me
Full
Drunk
Hungover
And back to the start

The craftsmanship God went through to make you
Is just....
magnificent art

Your tongue slithers to enunciate words
But I can't get past the sight of you

Your heart glows brighter than your smile
My personal sunlight, molding me anew

Your love makes me
Laugh
Cry
Scream
And a bit sublime

Your love elevates me
Inspires me
Enlightens me
Remixes me
All at the same time

I could cry but tears don't bring change
Trapped in my surroundings
Chaos
Suffocation
Why did those words neighbor my thoughts?
Hello?
HELLO!
I guess words don't make people listen
Action
The people need action
I'm my own minds puppet
Numb
Exhausted but not Lackadaisical
Bruised from self-mutilation
WHY WON'T YOU SPEAK UP?
mute
Hello?
HELLO!
HELP!

If I could, If I had the courage
I'd run away....

Far... where the forgotten kidnapped children are buried
Far... where oxygen has no name
And I'd walk there like a barefooted gypsy
The insanity of it all driving me sane

Far... where the undiscovered grows
Far... where danger begins
And I'd inhale it all like it was natural
I guess, danger and I will be friends