ive grown in
not up
my thoughts are expanding
getting more violent and
repressed

i shake so hard
my knuckles are white
but i cant
bring myself to
you

the ground im standing on
is so ******* broken
that the time when i wanted
to peak
ended

the monsters are more
real now
and less so out there
but in me

get the voices outta my
head
babbling ******
half dead

i wish i could prove my point
in politics
or say what i need to with white
out in hand

my mistakes are many
my flaws are pointless

wheres the flashlight?
i need to shine it inside