Being Born
You better have a good reason
acting like you care
planning events
that frankly stink
or are you just one dimensional,
nothing really upstairs?
At this point in my life
shouldn't the games be left behind?
think I need to go it alone
for everyone that I phoned tonight
never bothered to respond
So sound the alarm
the hair is standing up
on these arms of mine
anger and grief intertwined
beneath the sorry state
of these blue eyes
Keep looking at the clock
watching the second hand
spinning around and round
feeling this silent scream
at the back of my throat
mathiasthom
written 9/25/11
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