Kinda Pissed
Its rough wanting to scream out loud but knowing that wouldn't be wise
so I go through life wearing this disguise
I appear to be calm, letting things roll off my shoulders
while inside I feel deflated, crushed by a thousand boulders
Its hard being on the bottom, people treat you like crap
I'm trying to make my way up, but its so hard to understand this map
You're suppose to be a good person
something about helping thy neighbor
but no one wants to help you in return unless you promise them a favor
not something simple, more like giving up your soul
people won't help you unless you give them all control
that is something I can't do so I am at the bottom but I won't make it to the top
something has to change, the ways of the current world need to stop
I don't know how long I can last, how long I can remain calm
at some point this disguise is going to crack
til there is nothing but pieces laying in my palms
I fear that day, people will see a side of me that even I have never met
and this isn't my emotions taking over, I'm not even upset
Just stating how I feel, explaining what I fear
really I am just thinking out loud
so anyone who cares can hear.
Copyright © Marcus Foster | Year Posted 2014
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