Monster
Their words a bullet
their mouth a gun
I am a victim like many people under the sun
there judgemental thoughts penetrate my soul
with every word they dig a deeper hole
there sentences all the same
like my feelings are an overplayed game
wake up see the light
stop hating on everything in sight
you have a great home
two parents you’re not alone
with every question I answer the same
just alter a little to gain a better aim
I pull the bow back, aim for the heart
I always miss, I mean I was doomed from the start
I don’t control my brain
even I think i’m insane
the monsters that sleep under your bed
they are the ceo’s of my lost brain instead
they don't let me focus at the task at hand
They make sure my thoughts are louder than a marching band
I didn’t ask or pray for this body or mind
but that's what makes me one of a kind
I observe what you overlook
and i understand weird things like the back of a book
Theres one thing that's certain, they make sure never to be overlooked.
-Red Ink