The Company
Lonelyness consuming you while your all alone inside. Begging for something new while life resides the same on the
outside. Are you really alive? Or merely dead? Because when others are around, company fills that head. And you
allow them to drown you away in the trenches. You constantly "speak your mind". Yet not a word from YOU is
mentioned. Because your lips are sewn shut by your image. Childhood is almost over and so far your losing at real
lifes scrimmage. Not one inning has been played up to standards so far. Because the quarterbacks keep running
away with peices of who you really are. Then the others leave and that company throws an after party in your brain.
They get messed up and fill up those trenches with vomit rain. Sinking you deeper and deeper until you can no
longer breath. Oxygen you need. You just want to scream. And then you cannot see. Blind to lies and hate. You have
now lost control of your fate. Until the company becomes sober and cleans up the mess while you begin to feel a
relief in your chest. Fixing yourself up, your reputation is no longer on the line and you begin to the think that
everything is going to be fine. Until the others once again come around and the company breaks back in. Restarting
the cycle. That prison just like everytime before. Making you go insane. Almost as if to beg you to ask for more.
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