Poetry

Is It a Problem?

written by: OurSacredHonor

Is it a problem if I can't be me?
Or I don't deal well with reality?
Am I blind if I can't see
The answers to the problems in front of me?
I don't know...

I feel misplaced
Like I'm trying to replace
Something that was erased
Like this face
Of mine is not my own
That's not my voice on the telephone
This ain't my home
I'm all alone
Have I grown?
There's been some change I know
Cuz it's shown
In the tone
Of my voice when I speak to you
I can't seem to get through
And I don't know what to do
To break down that wall I'm stuck behind
I think it'd be nice again and I don't think you'd mind
And it'd be easier for me to find
The answers on the other side
Of this barricade I'm stuck behind
I'll always stay true
I'll always be a friend
I'll always have these scars
That just won't mend
Quite completely
Or heal neatly
Disappear discretely
It shows that life has beat me
And in it's victory
I've learned
You play with fire you get burned
Beware of every turn
Not everything in life is of your concern
So I offer you mom's advice
Play nice
do right
Don't pick fights
And most importantly speak last, first think twice
Because words can be a weapon if used improperly
And they can be dangerous if they're used sloppily
They can dig deep
You're not whole, you can't sleep
In your soul it does creep
Into an empty hole it seeps
Til you can't find love and you can't find reason
The blade'll cut deep til you're life is seizing
They're dead cuz you said it
All you can do is regret
You may not have meant it
Should've thought twice before you said it
Life is consequences
That may sound like nonsense
But think about the subtext
And the context
It's reality
You see
You and me
Endlessly
It seems
The sun still gleams
And we still dream
But life's not everlasting
Right now it's passing
Before our very eyes, the shadows it's casting
We're thrown into darkness
We can't avoid this
It's hit or miss
Let this be my thesis
Humanity
Reality
Sanity
All become calamity
You follow me?
What I'm trying to say
Is that in everyway
Everything ends
On our dying day
We fail to exist
Cease and desist
I hate to be the cynic, but this is how I feel
And sometimes it's the cynic who can see what is real
In this life I lead
I'm trapped by need
So I claw and I bleed
Trying to be freed
From oppression
To lessen this depression
Another psychiatric session
More questions got me guessin
And it's messin with my head
At night in bed
These words I've said
Echoing like the voices of the dead
Through my head, it drives me crazy
And maybe that's what will save me
Or maybe I'm lazy
It's all hazy
But it doesn't faze me
Or daze me
Cuz I wake up the next day
Feeling ok
Temporarily forgetting those words I did say
But they won't go away
They'll still be there tomorrow
With the return of the sorrow
As I read them in horror
Just trying to avoid the coroner
My legs are week can't stand
A long fall, now I land
But I'm sinking in the quick sand
Now i'm reaching out my hand
I'm calling out to no one
I'm in my own dimension
No one's paying attention
To the things that I have mentioned...

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