Stained voices infect upon many choices.
Silent thoughts creep around the curves
Clinging onto the smallest of nerves
What was thought to be deserved
Gleaming bubbles tried to be preserved.
Cluelessly wondering of the gain
Brought on by the pain
Curing attempts in vain
Ends up driving me insane.
Sad for the things that made me mad
Glad for the good I had
Grateful for a mom and dad
Growing and learning from the bad.
Lost in the casual sway of drowning thoughts
Fishing through the mind of frost
There is a line that has been crossed
And everything comes with a cost.
Calculating is constantly frustrating
Suffocating is NOT captivating
Hating the lies they are stating
Rating truthfulness is irritating
Waiting is extremely debilitating.
WHEN WILL PEOPLE COME TO TERMS
WITH THE FADED REALITY OF DAMAGED MENTALITY?