Boiling Point

By Kevin Robey July 15, 2014 My skin's so tight, I cannot breathe The mirror deceives the voices in me Screaming pleas for the masses to find The desperate release inside of my mind Grinding my teeth, smooth and flat in my sleep The things that I do for the secrets I keep Distracting my soul with fake angels and wings Forgetting my dreams are hung by a string Crashing down with each emergency Dying each time I face that raging sea The buried parts of me and the pain that they make My fate to regret every piece of debris in my wake I scream in distress for every kiss I never took The words I didn't say, never passed with a look A voice I never knew was really mine all along But If I had slowed down, it would have felt wrong Such a great price that I paid for the bed I have made But I won't lose any sleep in the grips of a blade So stay every day; I'll sleep when I'm dead Hope you beauty in the blood I have shed The time that I spent in the depths of my lies I'll never get back from that oppressive disguise "Just be yourself" is what they will say Until they reveal their Disgust and dismay Little kids stare in confusion and awe Mothers alarmed like I'm breaking the law My hair is too short, my shoulders too wide For cosmetic aisles and I to coincide Too angry these days when time wastes away I've given too much to keep her at bay Unshackled and free, they'll call it disease Like it or not, I'll introduce you to me