Inside Out
Digital fuzz in my ears
And I'm blowing bubbles
Watching them burst
In mirrored sunlight
This is what you get
Take it from the bottom
And tear it up to the top
Such fractured intellectualism
They call me a whore
Because I inject dictionary entries
They call me pissant
Because I'm too idealist
Paint streaks of black
In the midday sky
Corruption bred from innocence
And innocence bred from naivety
Ridicule my visage
Insult my scientific method
Reject my joy
Inebriate my passion
Deconstruct a lifetime
Within mere seconds
And it hurts so bad
It hurts so bad
Everything up is down
Everything east is west
Everything inside is out
Everything so vile
Drill holes in my head
Let the demons out to play
If it makes you happy
Just watch me cry
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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