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Weakness Son, it Lives in the Eyes
Feel the fear rushing through your pulse
I'm sure it's nothing like the pain I was forced to endure
I'm sure it's nothing but a misplaced heart beat
Like what happens when you're lying
But I'm innocent until proven guilty
I'm sure it's not as bad as I've explained it to be
Some days I think I'm stronger than an ax
Some days I think I'm weaker than a feather in a tsunami
And on the days in between I tell a lie out loud in my room
And try to feel if my heart skips a beat
Maybe a shield of detection would allow for better self reflection
But I'm always innocent until proven guilty
The veins running up until my finger tips
I'm convinced, my self control is just a substance
Sometimes it's flowing, other times I've hit a drought
But it's hard not to cave in
When everyone around me has made me build a wall of defending impending doubt
I'm a martyr of loosely spoken factuality
But yet again, I'm innocent until proven guilty
And some day
I'll realize the skeletons in my closet
Are just costumes that forgot to hide my face
And some day
I'll be better than the outlaws that came before me
That got caught before they could change
A heartbeat in my arm and in my chest and on my neck
I am seething life but obtaining words is knowing
And watering the flowers of our minds is growing
And leading the charge of a change is hoping
And taking steps back isn't always a bad thing
Backing away from a cliff is prevailing
I'm sure this worry is nothing but a lost and dampened heartbeat
But either way, lasting through it and seething life, is surviving
It never mattered if I told a lie
I’m sure God’s got an eye on me anyways
I’m a fire-starter in the walls of broken democracy
But yet again, I’m always innocent until proven guilty
Copyright ©
Matthew Bailey
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