If happy is an emotion and emotional is me, where oh where would happy be?
See I cry too much, and if you're lucky I'll scream.
Is this a weakness, or simply just me?
I say out loud "I'll just runaway",
because everything is my fault, and I don't know how to change.

If I cry in your presence, will you call me dramatic?
If I let my heart show, will you call me weak?
If I tell you I am hurt and defeated, do you blame me?
The world made me.

If you present a stranger a secret, is it still a secret?
If they tell, are you selling a small part of your soul?
If your heart is ripped open, but you can't find the tear.....
This world that made me, why can't it be fair?

If everything is in a balance, why do I feel tilted?
If everything has a purpose, why do I feel wilted.
If the sound of a clock reminds you of your mind....
This world that made me, just isn't very kind.

If happy is an emotion and emotional is me, where oh where would happy be?
See I cry too much, and if you're lucky I'll scream.
Is this a weakness, or simply just me?
I say out loud "I'll just drown the pain",
because everything is my fault, and I don't know how to change.

I grasp, I claw, I see the light.
I fight the waves, I fight the night.
I run, I hide, hug myself tight.
I fight the world, I fight with all my might.

This world has made me
but
This world isn't right.
so
I always lose,
but again, and again
I always fight.

I feel like I am walking on a tightrope
Gently balancing myself
On the thin line
Between trying too hard
And letting go
I sway to one side
More often than the other
And I am finding it difficult
To regain my balance

demons and angels.
horns and halos.
wings and wings.
even the pharaoh,
born with Plato,
sings and sings:

“I long for heaven
as well as hell.”

these aren’t just sevens,
they’re eights as well.
the time will tell.

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o’, thank the stars for darkness,
thank the lord for ghouls and goblins,
thanking god for satan’s roar?

playing the cards of hearts
to flash in clubs with diamonds,
save the spades and maybe score?

what more is said
for parity?

win the best and lose some more
for charity?

nevertheless and neverthemore
the wrongs go right
for parody?

enter a death
to save a life,
and lose the mind
to get to therapy?

nothing is left for days
and nights bereft,
we fuss and fight
for clarity.

nothing is left for days
and nights bereft,
we fuss and fight
for clarity.