Complain,
show disdain
For
I just can’t take this pain
From
the strife and all the strain
That
life’s inflicted on my brain.
On
my body, on my soul
The
world has swallowed me up whole.
Oh
the memories that I once stole
Finally
have taken toll
I
felt the pressure, felt the heat
Said
I would not choose defeat,
But
this life has got me beat,
And
there is nowhere to retreat.
Tell
my family, tell my friends,
That
I will try to make amends.
But
until this struggle ends
There
is no way one can depend
On
me.
All
these lies and all these cries
For
help to end my slow demise
They
were feeble and unwise—
So
I must apologize
Please
dear, open your eyes
It’s
no surprise you’ve earned your prize,
And
it is I who sits and sighs,
Saying
goodbyes and asking “why’s?”
I must stand up and redefine
where I stand upon this line
of being great or merely fine
for isn't status just a sign?
Of how, and why, and when, and where
we must belong once we've resigned.
for isn't status just a sign?
Of how, and why, and when, and where
we must belong once we've resigned.
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