Cry?
You will never catch me once.
Instead of shed a single tear I'd rather throw a punch.
If I show you what's inside my heart,
I know you'll just tear me apart.
The reason why we medicate,
is purely so that we sedate.
To suppress the hurt that was caused,
A thick band-aid. An emotional gauze.
Aware its just a cover up,
doesn't mean that we aren't stuck.
Ask me why I am this way,
Ill tell you it's the price I pay.
Love, peace, truth, understanding
Things we all start off expecting.
A final realization that no one will,
Initiates the things we start to feel.
Pain, anger, hate, rage.
Self medication allows us to disengage.
You can judge me if you like,
clearly we were given a different fight.
While you look down on me - I look up at you,
and still empathize for whatever you are going through,
To feel the need redirect your hurt at me...
Shows we are no different. Let it be.
