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
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