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Sick Charades
I am so tired of this sick charade.
This cat and mice game is just ridiculous
And this poorly painted mask is getting the better of me again.
I am clothed in weights of pain and sorrow
Clad in chains of my own damn making.
I can never win this fight
The enemy is just too strong,
But all I'm after is a little slice of heaven
Just a moment or two to brighten the way.
But every time I step into light
I get burned.
I get burned by the people.
I get burned by the words.
I get burned by the meaning behind what they wanted to say.
This isn't right.
I can't speak through this gag.
This political
This emotional
This stifling gag.
What am I supposed to say to that?
Oh I'm just fine, don't worry about me.
It's all butterflies and pansies in my little world.
But look a little deeper now,
Past the flaking paint.
Look a little harder now,
Past all that light.
And all you'll see is darkness.
All you'll see is darkness.
Because I don't have enough of anything to spread around.
Somewhere, deep inside this ocean of emotion and torrent of pain,
I am.
Somewhere
I am.
-J
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