An Emotional Starvation
My mind is starving, but nothing to feed it
It's empty and is crying out to be full
The worst kind of hunger eats me alive
I don't know where it started though I know where its ending
It's a hunger for freedom a hunger to feel
Something more different then the hate i was fed
Maybe an ounce of sugar could make life sweeter
Though it's already sweet enough it's turning quite bitter
The world is a frying pan and we are the meal
The world feeds us anger, regret and fear
Lathers us in oil and flips us around
I want to escape the pan so I can feed myself
Something sweeter, something a little less angry
My brain is cooking at 180 and it's spinning, and the world is winning
Making me cook alive, in a world filled with hate
Someday maybe I will find a way out, and escape to feed my mind
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