Bipolar

How is it that when I seek help, try to find peace
        I'm detained to a world of noise
Distractions, televisions, monitors, a menagerie of people
        And all I want is absolute silence
Judging eyes without a chance to defend
        It irritates, not stimulates the sense
What they want from me is not what I need
        Faltering my strength, my balance, my poise
This society has taken everything from me
        Array from the pain, the discord, and voilence
Something these vultures do not comprehend
        Peace from this, are they really so dense
Just leave me alone
So I can be free

Mentally you bleed
What must you atone
You speak of solitude, but you know who you are       
this journey here ventured has brought us thus far
It's easy to hide, to reserve in a shell                            
But trust and confide, this I do tell                        
Scared you might be in this future to come                  
Ever onward we'll fight till we are undone           
Death waits for us, but we'll keep him waiting             
Because this light will never be fading                 
Laugh as they might, they'll be degrading                    
Yet higher we raise, while they keep on hating     
We do it for those whose voices are gone                     
A promise I'll make till the battle is done             
So sit with me now, for we must propel                        
To a greater new height, one to compel                
I know that its painful, I know it is hard                       
But a leader to all, that is who you are                 

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