I don't take loses well,
Or a colossal swell
Of my by biggest muscle
Working hard
To lift this vessel
Of self guilt.
With Growing Up's hilt
In my gut
Out spews my feelings
As i begin to melt.
Into a puddle I go,
To go back into the mold
And find a new home,
Within my remnants.
I try to make a residence
But the pain inside
Is the toughest yet
And my common sense
Is failing me.
So I'm trying to do my best
With a melting pot of feelings
Boiling over in my chest.
But my lungs are okay.
And I'll yell until they cave
Because the world needs to know
That I'm feeling this way.
And the pain.
Its the only thing really consistent,
So base my life around that
Seems to be the right decision.
But then I'll raid it,
Sing and dance and parade with
All the little devils
That bob inside of me like apples.
I'll eat them all.
And not worry about the poison
Because as long as its in me,
I can keep them in prison.
