We all got dreams
We didn’t let flourish
We all got talents
Something made us think was rubbish
It’s not, what do you know about pain
It’s what do you know about
My pain?
I writhe and strain,
Try regain reigns
Stress myself again
And flush it all away
Because it’s easier
To ignore
When I’m chored with nothing
Than to face the bored fact
That I could’ve been something
Or maybe it was pure delusion
Maybe it’s still pure delusion
I let the intrusion
Take hold
Until that bulge starts protruding
It’s my pounding heart
As I panic on a school night
Make up a load of schemes
To achieve those dreams
And forget them all
By morning light
Fucking filled with envy
Try be friendly
Prioritise congratulation
But that self-flagellation
Comes with a whip so heavy
Like, why weren’t I born then
Like, why weren’t I involved
Like, why did I stop just before the end
Why do I never let a plan evolve
Never let a plan get old
Wait for that rolling boil
On an unlit stove
Sick and tired, truth be told
Of looking for excuses
Too insecure to accept the praise
But my ideas are spilling out my brain
Like my scalp’s a loose lid
Only an hour, dunno why I’m bitching
But I misplace months just by blinking
Down to me
And the need is itching
Can’t scratch the urge
Cos I’ve nibbled all nails
Down to hyponychium
I’m genuinely miserable
Dunno what you thought
Think it’s something unsettled and within
Not a condition that was taught
It helps me make all these things
Aids to achieve what I call my art
But it also is the something
That rips my dreams apart.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 