Profiling
Not at their beckon call
certainly not family at all
can't coat with words syrupy thick
differentiating out right lies
from preposterous tales of shit
always issuing from their lips
Smiling and condescending
emotional tug of wars
never quite ending
living on the surface
transparent apparently
no actual trace of a once recognizable face
So go ahead and put me in my place
supposedly just another phase
continuously turning the other cheek
setting the tone for the rest of the week
if anything positive ever occurred
they'd shoot it right down to the very last word
Dragging this name through the dirt
But this mouth refuses to be silenced
this body won't give up and go
deadened integrity quite emotionally cold
doing nothing more
then making life feel so old
mathiasthom
written 7/7/11
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