Sleeping in another room,
might aswell be another planet.
Like a satellite orbits the moon,
but this one has no one to man it.
Each day shedding a layer of skin
every minute losing another layer.
I thought the crowd was cheering for a win,
now I hear them all chant “flay her.”
I’m not an apex predator,
I’m no great white shark.
I’m on the other side of the door
with no bite and no bark.
Pull me out from this funk and this fog,
please keep the hounds and give me the mercy dog.
My head’s been a rowdy riot
and my anxiety lacks any stealth.
If I were to suddenly go quiet,
it would only be to benefit myself.
You want me to be better
and I don’t know if I can be any other way.
I can give you my favorite sweater
but I can’t hold winter’s harsh winds at bay.
I’m not an apex predator,
I’m no serious threat.
More likely to be adorned in feather,
than the scales slick when they’re wet.
Take me out before I’m fossilized by the bog,
please keep the hounds and give me the mercy dog.
I’d rather die than accept help,
it’s a flaw, truly, I know.
I put all things above my own self,
my mother always told me so.
I’d rather die than take someone’s hand,
even though the intentions are good.
When I don’t have my own plan,
maybe it’s time that I should.
I’m not an apex predator,
I’m no great white shark.
Dreaming of times I could be better,
the flame I could’ve made from a spark.
But instead, I just rot on a forgotten log,
please keep the hounds and give me the mercy dog.