I never choose to sink, but I do.
Stay afloat to please you.
You keep my head under and think I can breathe.
Ignoring all that I ever plead.
The thought, you had as though you had a latch.
But your burning, you've never put out the match.
Twist me between your finger tips, marionette.
Between the blood and tears, there's sweat.
Working hard to keep up but my feet keep tripping.
It's the forbidden that I'm sipping.
Escaping the conform.
But that is not the norm.
Black sheep, they try to herd me.
I'm burned again if I do not follow.
The conform is hard to swallow.
So I drown, trying to grasp the calm under the waves. But I sink.