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Matt Newman Poem
They say you should think happy thoughts
but tell me what’s the use
repression is depression, it’s self inflicted abuse
Take a minute before you dismiss this, walk a little in my shoes
If you refuse, the mind is the only thing that you’ll lose
So listen what would you do if you had demons growing inside you
would you let them linger, while they torture your very soul
or face them, destroy them, confrontation is how you console
let them fester and i promise they’ll find a way to control
To corrupt you, and change you, is their primary goal
Look into your brain and you’ll witness the blood stains
of your battered mind, don’t stress there’s still time
Heal those wounds with your head up high
Heal them by figuring which of your thoughts are lies
Liberate yourself from the notions you don’t truly believe
and a day will come where you’ll be happy just like me
Copyright © Matt Newman | Year Posted 2015
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Matt Newman Poem
My life is controlled, it always has been, what choices can I really make
without guidelines and rules to reveal the sun from the fog of my mind
when have i been able to deal with my problems without “suggestions”
when have my thoughts and my thoughts only remedied my issues, because to tell the truth I didn’t ask you, I can do things on my own I don’t need your help, if I did I would speak up,
I’m fed up with the advice, I’m annoyed at your condescending attitude, can’t you see I want you to leave me alone? Do you want to know what I would really do with my life if I could?
I would buy an apartment in a big city, it doesn’t have to be nice, it just needs a window,
a window for me to look out of hours every day, for me to observe the people, cars, and the scenery, and I would sit there in my chair and write, maybe a poem about the birds, maybe a story about a man who intrigued me when he passed, or maybe I would just write my thoughts down until my hand gave out, people would judge me, “What is he doing, why does he stare?”
but let them talk, I really don’t care, all that matters is that you won’t be there
Copyright © Matt Newman | Year Posted 2015
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Matt Newman Poem
We haven’t had a true visionary in awhile
No one to see things in a different light, perhaps a better one
We are all born different, but taught to be the same
Our lives are controlled, just like the thoughts in our brains
We haven’t had a brave Revolutionary in awhile
no one to say yes when everyone says no
People are too scared of what the world will see
they keep their thoughts locked up, and swallow the key
We haven’t had a born leader in awhile
no one to guide humanity, because somewhere we went wrong
People talk about changing the world every day
but no ones man enough to step up and lead the way
We haven’t had a real you in awhile
you wear the mask so no one asks you what you really believe
but even if they did you’d lie so that nobody could see
you live inside of a shell so that nobody can tell
what the mind behind the mask really perceives
but the reality is you’re trapped in your own living hell
Copyright © Matt Newman | Year Posted 2015
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