21-7-2024 Pages

1.) Not present at anything Everything is just the same Not many think about the portrait-less frame I’ve had nothing Feet buried in my ways The man I’m becoming oughta be a phase I can’t think straight I’m sorting through your face I’m fading away soon Memories gone to waste Afraid of the monsoon Paint me with your abuse I’m afraid of the sun too Baked dry My bed was home to a lagoon I’m seeing my mum soon Faked cries for help She acted a pontoon I’m needing my mum soon 2.) I’m not sure of my age A tar pit waits for me in my cage I want more from what’s in this page Mark it for when I’m feeling this strange Life works out with minimal change My face pale My teeth bleeding Life hurts our feelings all the same Write down your pain All you’re needing is to shift your blame