I've been pushed and I've been pulled
I've been tricked and I've been fooled
Through it all I have to say that I've been schooled
I dropped out when I began to feel
I was a rock in  a sack full of jewels
But when I got out into the real world
I realized that may be the other way around
Because it's a harsh and bitter place
To try and find your own space

Some days you wake up feeling Punch-Drunk
When I see the person in the mirror
Staring at you ...swearing at you
With the  eyes of desperation
so far back and sunkin in

But you swear like you do every one of these kind of mornings
Never again ...never again
will I touch that s*

Then you do just what any wounded soldier would do
You shut down and lean back
as you wait for the  corpsman
Throughout your body
the world is stormin
While the torrential rains run around the brain
And the lightning keeps tightening the nerves along your spine
As Thunder lays asunder those places
Where so  often one might find sanctuary
As the wind come splintering in To tear loose any pieces
neglected left unprotected
that will later be gathered
and then collected
  to be given to me
as it and all things that I rejected everything to become a monument of my passing through...  so.....

Someone needs to know
Because too often that
"never never "
in the morning

Turns into
"oh! It'll  be alright"
in the afternoon

And that's a sad sad song
An old sad song
no matter how much
you update it's tune..
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Recess is over however.
So...
Oops gotta go.