Feb 2019
Locked in the cradle of influence.
Rocked back and forth with songs not your own.
Speak their minds
all the time.
Push against the rails of innocence.
Hear your cries return to your own mouth.
Choke on it
echo it.
Poison your mind with your need to please.
Fight them and yourself to be yourself.
See the world
hear its hurt.
Crawl to the door try to open it.
It yields some, but not always enough.
"Let me out!"
let me out
"Let me out!"
let me out
"Let me out!"
let me out
let me out
.
..
...
Rocked back and forth with songs not your own.
Speak their minds
all the time.
Push against the rails of innocence.
Hear your cries return to your own mouth.
Choke on it
echo it.
Poison your mind with your need to please.
Fight them and yourself to be yourself.
See the world
hear its hurt.
Crawl to the door try to open it.
It yields some, but not always enough.
"Let me out!"
let me out
"Let me out!"
let me out
"Let me out!"
let me out
let me out
.
..
...
When did you come to the realization that you were just echoing what other people said and not really thinking for yourself? Or when did you stop trying to please others by yielding to their beliefs over your own? I realized when I turned 19.
