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Lady Feb 2017
I’ve been jaded; so misplaced
Almost faded, like I’m in outer space
Understated – are the problems we all face
Living them day after day
And killing us all without a trace
So complicated
This chip upon my shoulder is so heavily weighted
Frustrated
Is one of the many feelings I feel
Like it’s all so surreal and I’m afraid these wounds will never heal
I’m sorry to say it
But I’d be sorrier if I let another minute delay it
Go on and say to me
Whatever you want to – but believe
The truth will set you free
And then bring you to your knees
Everybody has a hard time
Eventually walk in a straight line
Might get knocked down low
But bounce back up on a dime
Try to follow all the right signs
Get a piece of all that limelight
And every now and then -
A few good hours of sleep are always key at night
I feel so old and not my age
I’m working the maximum at a job
For an unrecognized minimum wage
And each time that I seem to catch a break
That means there’s only more to take
From these driven hands that are mine
And the stakes are setting higher and higher
I’d turn to the lowest buyer if he sold me a life less expired
I’m tired
This isn’t a country; it’s a god ****** empire
With a liar as our sire
And no real direction except to open fire
On any person who’s unlike ourselves
Who doesn’t share our dreams, our fortunes or our wealth
Whose malignant health is just slipping away
While their homes all decay and we say
“Well, Hey; They should have known better.
Should have done this or done that.”
Yet they’ve never known debt or how it feels to fall back
To have to cover up scars or want to run to the car
When your mother pays for groceries with a government issued EBT card
The people standing around
Sometimes they’d look to the ground
And it brought and pounded me down
Until I realized there were worse things to be found
Lurking around darkness and not making a sound
It’s not all money issues
You have celebs who spend a thousand dollars on some day shoes
They’ve got their photo shoots and their penthouse blues
With their lives all misconstrued;
I bet they know the most about being used
And getting bad reviews
Their every move is always in the news
And we Choose to watch this instead
While headlines inform us all that thousands are dead
We must be numb in the heart and head
For no word that’s been said has pulled us away
And led from the dread of this awful place as of yet
My only possessions are dreams
My only words of wisdom are things are not as they seem
There are things in between, unseen
Disguised as make-belief
History follows a cycle; it’s on repeat
Full of deceit and scare tactics
Designed to be eclectic and full of the static
That makes you want to ball up your hands
Makes you want to take a stand and grab a piece of your own land
Whether it’s a mountain or a beach of white crystal sand
And scream forever how they should “**** the Man!”
But I know
Things get cloudy before they get clearer
So I tell myself as I look in the mirror
“Worthy peace is worth a fight  and
There is a dawn; there is a light
You’ll find it for yourself when your time is right
Keep that head and heart up even if in spite
Of all the people who try to keep you inside the lines
Be kind to others but be kinder to You
Remember time fades and beauty will too
Believe in yourself and believe in the good
And by the end you’ll have done all that you should.”

— The End —