Thrown into a role for survival

This couldn’t be further from me

It killed my art and my pride

Is it any wonder I’m always anesthetized?

The days don’t belong to me

And my dreams, well…

They are stored inside drawers of metal

Inside folders filed and alphabetized

Killing time that’s killing me

Waiting for my security

So used to the bottom dropping out

Just waiting and trying to stay equalized

The sun shines again each day

Just not on me

And the darkness isn’t just dark

It spews anger leaving me victimized

Focus all I want

Inside my head are taunts

A brain shaken and damaged

From a place I write off as uncivilized

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