We are all a burden
to many around us
but we are the burden
most of them want to carry
to feel joy
to feel need
to feel purpose

Our cells may age
but the metaphors
never do

Babies need their mothers
and their mothers
need them too

To keep myself away from harm,
To protect myself from pain,
To push away confusion,
To keep myself sane,
I lie to myself,
Creating false hope.

I look into a mirage,
Not being able to cope
No it's okay, Don't Worry!
Attempting to take myself for a dope.

But it doesn't work,
I know myself too well,
I cover the glass of truth
Forcing myself into hell

But the light shines through the glass,
And penetrates the seal,
Removing the cover,
My body begins to reel.

Stop lying to yourself
Stop lying, please!
Don't hurt yourself anymore
Don't hurt yourself... just cease!
Or I won't be able to carry you anymore,
Carry the burden that you keep
Just uncover the glass,
And look into it deep...

These false hopes that I burden myself with,
They twist and they tease,
They play at possibilities,
Cause me to hope,
But when it does not come true
What shall I feel
Oh soul of mine...

I've always believed I have been living with the weight of both of our worlds on my chest. I realize now, she's been carrying her burdens on her own for far too long.

One false step and she will be crushed by the sheer pressure.

Ground to dust and blown away.
Finally free from
me.

One day I was happy,
living so peacefully.
That day I was bored,
so I painted flowers with thee.

The next day rain came falling,
the things they made us do.
The life I once had cheerful,
has now become so blue.

One task after the other,
with very ample time.
One bite of lunch and dinner,
to my system is a crime.

I thought that time was golden,
it's never to be wasted.
Since when did this thing happen,
when ranks are gold instead.

Before I wished for ponies,
but now I'd yearn for naps.
The times I took for granted,
has led me to these traps.

Here am I just ranting,
while a heap of work awaits.
The world have been so cruel,
and I have fallen for its lustrous bait.

Every room is empty
And every seat is bare
There's no-one home I'm here alone
Yet still I feel the stares

It follows me into my home
When I sleep I'm not alone
I shrug it off but it won't get lost
It's with me when I roam

The feeling of being watched
It gives me paranoia
I twist and turn, I feel the burn
Around my neck it coils

This weight on my shoulders
Combined with this glare
Buck and roll, duck and dodge
It's with me everywhere I go

Have you ever been on a seesaw?
It's kind of like life...you know?
It goes up and down
Depending on the weight on the other end you may be at your highest point...living and loving life.  
Screaming out in elation...oh, what joy you have.  High...in the sky...on the high end of that seesaw.

Then it happens....that heavy burden that weighs you down.
Bringing you down, down, down….down
Sometimes so close to the bottom that you are forced to get on your knees for support.

Causing you to lift your head and arms up to the sky and yell, “God help me.  Please release this weight that is bearing down on my soul.”

Then, after what may have seemed like an eternity,  the other person at the end of the seesaw jumps off...thrusting you up and forward.

Reminding you that the weight that bears you down is only temporary....like the motions of a seesaw.

he is king of the castle
and the devil himself,
all in one.
they worship him anyway.

he shoots up sometimes,
cries when he comes down from the high.
his eyes are void, glassy,
his voice, whimpering, raspy.

they called him god and saviour,
friend, brother and lover.
he is never really alone,
but finds one place where he will be.