It All Went South

Into me When will they see I shall let myself be Inertwine in revolution Searching for peace Why has it become so hard Almost 50 years to the day Alone I sit Ponder it all I need it to end This insecurity No longer a child Don't want to be an adult Time is slipping away Running out of life Will I be this way for all my days Where is the courage to be seen Hidden away forgotten Indulged in unspeakable abuses Welcoming the lies Avoiding all truths I am the example The intuition of what not to be Here I stare back at me With so much discus I don't think six feet deep will keep it secure They all will call me by name The demons will run fear The victims will lie It will be the carnage I need To remember all that was left of me before It all went south.