How
Today is not your powerful
It's so bitter sad yet true
Your word isn't an emotion anymore
Creature of habit living blue
Despising what is necessary
And accept what you call the norm
Wanting a way to hide out in the open
Not within the confines of your own storm
These seasons tend to shake you
Oh how broken and out sorts you become
Well you're here and why do you bother
There is no mercy you just succumb
You can never answer me why
But sprout out rows of rhymes-How
Your tears poor quietly over my shoulder
Every remark with a distant scow
Your home is known as sanctuary
Never to step foot outside again
So much weakness in those sunken dark eyes
And your dismally sallow skin
You can't hide from me no longer my friend
I'm watching closely over you
But with your paranoia on the rise
Tell me-you believe in-Who?
You've ran off almost everyone
A purposeful, mistake you cry for every day
You've shown us the monster within you
And girl if you keep this up we all may run away
Sober thinking in choice to make
Monsters aside and confusion ahead
I definitely write better here
So I'll stick with my monster and refuse to be led
M. Lyn Church
May 4, 2016
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