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Those Like Me

You taught me to walk but gave me no where to go

You taught me to speak, but only words I don’t know

You told me to listen but gave me nothing to hear

You gave me a reality where nothing is real

 

You gave me a heart and told me to feel

As long as I don’t show it it’s mine to keep

You asked me a question and gave an answer to give

but they don’t match up and the paper is ripped

 

My pen is all empty, my heart is all broke

and now you have labeled me crazy, and spoke

with an evil tone that was far too kind

for the words that came out in too little time

and nothing was said

but boy did it hurt

that I am condemned and you are a ****

I try to get angry I try very hard

but all it ferments into is sadness and sorrow

and you say save the world

be kind be good

and I am trying like I know I should

and do you know that there are ten thousand kids

who sorta like me feel like they’re dying

and did you ask them what they want?

its not a car and husband to flaunt

you promised them the world

and they believed you

they all want to show you want they can do

but their hearts aren’t cheap and they aren’t for sale

you have to work for what they have to say

but you don’t think you need it,

its snake oil

so you give them options that they don’t really want

and they end up in ditches, in Chicago or Vermont,

any old place where the dying go to be dead

and they end up alone, in broken beds

and how can you blame them

they used to have places to go

now you turn them out into the snow

and the snow is all brown

with mud and with dirt

and you say life is hard

and yes life hurts

but how can you say that to bright eyed kids

who are trying to save the world that they’re living in

don’t you give out chances anymore

is there no trust? have we closed that door?

and why don’t you want me

what have I done?

was I wrong in my having a bit of fun?

or trying hard, or being too smart

do I ask to many questions,

I just can’t stop

is it my x-ray vision

is it cuz I see through you

because once I did it I couldn’t not see you

for all that you are

and all that you aren’t

and all you ever did was push me into the margins

Is that my fault? Is that my bad?

is this the only life I’ve ever had

because I’m calling for help

and nobody hears

and I know they are pretending because they all have ears

most of them two and some of them three

the third ones an their heart so its hard to see

And you give me directions, and people to watch

and they all changed the world and you want that to stop

this is it, we’re all comfortable now

but isn’t freedom a little bit more?

No? oh its not? my bad

So you bite me and kick me and then I get sad

so medicate me, and mentally **** me

turn me into an object

and when I object

You tell me I’m just the subject

of a biography of someone I don’t know

and I really hate to have to let the world go

But just for today

and maybe tomarrow

I will bury it all deep done in sorrow

you’ve ruined this world that could’ve been great

and now I believe it might be too late

there are too many people

who do not care

and they don’t want to wake up they would rather be scared

of going out at night

and of having a girl who doesn’t shave

they would all much rather be comfortable slaves

they take their drugs and they watch their tube

Things are okay, why should I move?

Some have it worse, so I have it better

If you want more you’re an ungrateful red letter

and you read to much

and you try to scare us

about things that aren’t really there, huh?

so when they tell you you think you’re too smart

theres only pain for the future in front

of you and of them

so prepare yourself

you are on your own,

they will never help

and you won’t back down.

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Jan 26, 2014
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