I am not your victim
I am not a saint
think you got me figured out
I guarantee you ain’t.
You are not a fixture
you are not that quaint
think you are a hero
dry nearly is not the paint.
Carve it in the nearest tree
stuff it up your nose
come to me on bended knee
stop and strike a pose.
Confuse and twist the scattered mind
is what it’s all about
it really is quite useless
to simply scream and shout.
You should really just give it a shot one day
lift up your pen and write it all down
the words are yours to mold as you play
it’s your thought alone the don’t have to get it
release yourself, don’t be held down by fear and dismay.
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