Laughing at me
with their evil grin
different shapes and colors
I want to take them in

One for each label
that’s been slapped on me
some do their job
others were told to leave

They’re even in my dreams
playing tricks with my mind
I can feel each one of them
they’ve never been kind

Still on my brain
through the day as I write
trying to stay away
and do the thing that’s right

But they sit in their bottles
with their demented stare
I wonder what would happen
since nobody is there

I’ll have to move on
they’re playing with my head
“Do I really want to live
or do I wish to end up dead?”