Sketch me something
in my over active imagination.
Paint me of canvas of a beautiful life
I am something you don't understand,
so you want to open me up,
and pull apart the puzzle I've worked
years on putting together.
This isn't a facade I'm telling you!!
This is the real me.
Prescribe me something to stop
the voices in my head, that keep
me company when the world becomes
cruel and unusual punishment.
Life isn't lollipops and unicorns anymore;
It's a harsh reality, and the biting
cold is making me a callous
bumbling idiot.
The eloquent words that I used
to use; the beauty that danced
off my tongue is now replaced
with grimey third world trash
that even the most hardened criminal
would wince at.
I've thought about jumping off a cliff...
no it's not a hobby...
No you blithering idiot
God, I hate that your life is so perfect,
I'm talking s.u.i.c.i.d.e
such a dirty word I know...
But it's the only way out.
I've cried a river, built a bridge
and now I'm contemplating on the edge.
Insanity is a must these days you know...
Ugh. I look like shit today, and you standing
there with your perfect figure and your perfect
smile - God you make me sick!!!!
Scribble scribble scribble is all I hear...
yeah, well maybe your life isn't perfect either.
Meandering thoughts of how I want to kill you
entertain me!
Paint me a picture of how my life is suppose to be.
I want YOU to tell me, because honestly
I've given up.
I never thought I was an artist;
but is it sick that I've become
the Michaelangelo,
the Rembrant of twisted,
left wing psychotic thinking?
Put me in the crazy house, and pump me full of pills
because you'll never understand how I truly feel.
" How does this make you feel"
" What ways can we make this better"
fuck, I'm an actress in my own god damn life!
I know all the lines, and I've got them perfectly
rehearsed.
I'm the ultimate mastermind in the game of
chess I call my life.
I'm the champion of lies and deceit
only so I can live a normal life.
So, what's your excuse?













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