Stuck

I stand for myself And alone I stand So grounded in the world I'm stuck Shakles rooted deep within the earth Tangled in all of its problem. Soon to grow a new Becoming the tree that bore the forbidden fruit Because I was a bad seed So lay me six feet under Wash me and rest me in a warm dirt bed Because life gave me not one choice to be my own person Rather the person everyone needed me to be And lost within the confines of myself I opened my eyes to the trail I could no longer see Only to find the past in the past Faded into an illusive history Still stuck but now in a moment I suck up the condolence I saved for myself Then withered and wrinkled away Til my existence is but a mere echo "Never Again"