Stalked By My Bearings
I am the only one who thinks
This all used to be much simpler
From sitting at the bus stop
To now driving to a party
Except you’re not invited to the party
Cuz you’re not a cool kid
Because really most of us aren’t
Only a select few are cool
And that’s what’s wrong with this world.
Standing alone wondering when your life will begin
You trust yourself that you’ll be okay in the end
But the promises to yourself you make
Are only discovered to minutes later break.
Outcast and all other names
They call you that you soon believe are true
See this is what’s wrong with the world
And growing up. And you.
Growing up is supposed to be about freedom
But how can I be free
When I bear the chains of society
On my ankles, walking past
The place I’ve been searching for
And arrived at last
But discover you there
And bow my head in shame
For I thought I would be free
And that I’d forget your name
But that’s not how it works
And everyone is fake
It used to be much simpler
I guess I’ll never escape.
Copyright © Maryellen Gozzo | Year Posted 2014
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