Buckle Under
You are sick and you think
I couldn't care less
while I buckle under from stress
stemming from your Life’s mess
Now you lament
that you think you might have
the swine flu
while laughing in the other room
Up the stairs
behind a closed door
your partner rants and raves
that he can't take it anymore
So you scream family values
I'm waiting to develop mine
actually mine are on hold
need to thaw out this perpetual cold
Something is buried inside
locked behind vanity and pride
this driving need to give up the ghost
trying to hold on
just when I need it the most
What is wrong with me?
that goes double for you
pointing fingers ripe with blame
guess we all need something to do
Mental stability
in a time of stress
don't need another life lesson
or one more pointless test
so give it a rest
give it a rest...
mathiasthom
written 11/7/09
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