There isn’t black black-enough to cross it out.
Sitting like a king on the horns of doubt.
Does anybody know what I’m talking about?
If I set fire to the moon, would you notice?
Could I sacrifice my pain to see truth, to know this?
Misery is the only home I’ve had but it’s one I wouldn’t miss.
It’s a little crazy, isn’t it?
Grinning to ensure you fit.
It burns, doesn’t it?
Almost like the world wants us to live. But it doesn’t.
Realizing I’ve walked in the skin of someone I wasn’t.
Until I became you to stay away from what I mustn’t.
Mustn’t, little miss.
Good girls and boys all know this.
Mustn’t be a mess
Pretend you have no stress
Got society to impress
They might ask you to undress
Must always answer yes
And speak a little less
Win this game of chess
Ignore your heart’s abscess
Yes – you can breathe, I guess
(Just not in excess)
my your success
Must make everyone obsess.
I tired your way, discovered something –
I don’t want this life and I’m fighting.
Everyone ready? You might need better lighting.
I’ll undress alright, unzip my skin,
Drop it on the floor and let the horror settle in.
Pull up a chair, take a seat, I’m about to begin.
I’m a mess, I confess, no doubt about that.
Can’t just pull mental health out of a hat.
And something’s making it worse, let’s talk about that…
You want who I am to be the mask you used to see,
But that’s just not me and I’d rather be free.
Instead, I’ve started stepping into me.
You’re angry but that’s okay, I expected the worst.
But this shabby glass bubble, I’m going to shoot, it’s going to burst.
I need some space. My soul needs to be nursed.
Sometimes all this compassion makes me feel cursed.
I’m drowning in pain ‘cuz I never put myself first.
I wish all these wasted years could be reimbursed.
When I speak up now, it has to be rehearsed.
Feeling so spineless? Let me tell you, it’s the worst.
Have to climb a mountain just to open my mouth.
Always afraid the situation’s going to go south.
Then there’s this other part of me that wants everything to burn.
‘Cuz maybe if they hurt too, they’ll have to learn.
With their pretty plastic melting, with nowhere to turn,
Maybe they’ll remember some respect, some human concern.
If I’m honest though, sometimes I just want them to hurt.
Yeah, I know, it’s childish. I’m trying to divert.
No, I won’t smile and no, I won’t revert.
I’m thinking it’s time to draw some lines and assert.
Let me just slide it down like lace,
I won’t force but you’ll embrace
Or I’ll leave, erase every trace.
I’m using my own two feet if I’m running this race.
You can’t have my voice or my face.
Won’t sell my soul, get off my case.
Think I’ll eat it? You’re off base.
Won’t take it for the crowd or sit like a lady,
Won’t wait politely in line for a bowl of misery.
Think you can stop me? Then you never knew me.
Sewing my own skin now and it’s Mizz not missy.
You want into my life? Show me!
Think I should go back to pretending? Try me.
Think I’m too messy? I’m so not sorry.
Think I’m too open? Don’t follow me.
Throwing husks into the fire so I can see inside myself.
Taking all these voices off the shelf.
Going to work. Shattered mind won’t fix itself.
Watch me stitch them together into one self.
Double sided, bipolar, multiple personality,
Jekyll and Hyde. Yes baby, that’s me.
Normal to be more than one thing, you hear me?
Not enough whiteout to cover me up now.
You could probably extinguish me, but I’m not sure how.
Kill me but changing me’s not something I’ll allow.
Killing butterflies and making dignity bow –
That’s not for me, I’ll stop you somehow.
Bottom line is, you won’t have any part of me, I disavow.
Silly shadow eater, you thought I was done?
I’ve got my ribs to crack open and wars to have won,
Barbed wire to come open, velvet to slide on,
I’ve got my boots to lace up, some hearts to shake, hon.
Walls to break until your fears come undone,
I’ve got heavy nights to bleed through to meet the sun.
Oops – that’s not what you meant by some edible fun?
My lipstick on your lungs, I’ve got a reckoning to run.
By Daphne Shadows