My mind seems to stay focused on the hopeless times & days
Its designed some ways to know less so i can hide away
Inside i'm plagued; confined'n chained to a soul swole with pain
Im contained in this old hole's terrain slowly going insane
The cold rain exposes those viens holding a corroded shame
Loaded with blame.. I aimed..
My name became the target.
And from the start its been me who has hit the hardest
I've been painted the enemy by my mirror's artist
My face traced to appear.. with clear tears for heartless
Martyrs...
Who would die to see me rithe in horrid fear, regardless..
Of how good MY heart is.. I constantly hear the starters
Who talk shit & orbit.. a universeal hate that harbors..
Ill will & fills the atmosphere til its killed & trapped us here
We're all actors here.. Hoping to hear claps & cheers..
Reaction steers distractions near the facts to veer..
The truth off course & impact what attracts our ears
A poor source can attack sincere thoughts'n ideas
And cause severe cracks of supports intact for years
Beyond repair.. they collapse and lay stacked till cleared
Then its back to where.. I started.. hardened & jaded
In the mirror.. image clearer..
I am what the artist has painted
Except im faded.. Their true colors started to hate it
The chance.. I never should have bothered to take it
Should have waited.. for the brush stroke to dry
Now im saturated with crushed hope and lies
A damn mess is this canvas ..
Cant save it.. nope .. good bye
As I lie.. here in this crater created by the painter's skill
I know the pain & the rain drops are made by a much greater will
However, the debate is still.. Will I wait for more paint to spill
Or will i kill the artist in the mirror.. and this hate i feel
And create a new me capable of seeing whats fake or real
Shame on me for believing you.