You Need A Doctor, Baby, You Scared?

March 23, 2012
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Doing everything to get myself out.

It’s been a while since I’ve had any doubt.

Doing what they say is best, and what I know will take me away.

No more am I in the state of gray.

College degrees heading for me.

My mother’s face so full of glee.

I don’t know where I am, but I know where I’m going.

All I can see is their face’s glowing.

I don’t want that glow to fade.

I don’t want to see the shine of another blade.

All of this, for them.

Me they cannot condemn.

This education they’re wanting for me, will get me somewhere they have never dreamed.

I can hear myself as I once screamed.

Screamed for a way out.

I remember myself full of doubt.

I remember the hate.

I wished it was my fate.

I want those feelings back.

I used to present my feelings on a golden plaque.

God I am sick of this world.

My hate is becoming unfurled.

Those fake smiles…I see them now more clearly than ever.

You think you’re so clever.

Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, I have to say you are wrong.

You present yourself as strong.

Did you know that you are the definition of weakness?

So you say you love my uniqueness?

I can tell you are disgusted.

Your mein is quite rusted.

I should give you a taste of what I think and feel.

I should show you how I can never heal.

I’m waiting for you to jump.

This shotgun I’ll pump.

Make your move, dear.

I can see you incredibly clear.

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