Escaping Demons
Have to run away. Have to get away from this thing I call myself. I’m just a reflection of
my environment and I’m fed up with it. My personality needs an overhaul and the only way
to do it is to remove myself from all the things that pollute it. All the alcohol, weed,
curses, unfulfilled promises, hypocrites, lies, deceit and repeat songs in my head that
never end and never make me feel better about the day. Sing me a new song to change my
life. God won’t help me. Jesus never could. But I live on to prove to myself that I’m all
I need. I’m an idea that’s never been spoken. Resolve and I can take the world on so maybe
I’ll turn out the way I’ve always planned. Maybe I’ll go to Iowa.
Copyright © Nate Smith | Year Posted 2009
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