Showing You Nothing of Me
You are ignorant but I still want you to help me.
But I cannot reach out, because I was taught at mama’s knee
You do not share your pain, for you will have nothing to gain.
Take me away from the voices in my head, or I will be dead.
Snicker. Snicker. Laugh, laugh. Life has beat me down.
I am a fool, a pawn, a minion, a sad and secret clown.
Who am I to try and save myself? I curl up on this pity shelf.
Showing you nothing of me, because of what I learned at her knee.
Keep your troubles and woes to yourself. Put them back on the shelf.
And if you kill yourself, you will go to hell, and that would be swell.
The voices in my head urge me forward, wanting me to be dead.
I am not wanting to play, I need you to take me away.
Trying to save myself, does not work on this shelf.
I feel hopeless in the dark, but there is no monarch.
You have no idea, man, but I still want you to save me if you can.
Take me away from my mama’s knee, and set me free!
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