There's only so much people can do.
Medication and meditation
have nothing to prove.
If anything, they destroy
what's left to be destroyed,
and the victims go on living
in someone else's shoes,
never knowing how to cry
because they are forbid
to dwell in tears.
Wouldn't it be nice to wake up
each morning facing your
every fear without hesitation?
For you know you'll be okay
without a form of relaxation
to calm you down or
strengthen what isn't strong,
when really you've never had
more power than you do right now,
but they can't see that,
so they ask over and over again,
"Did you take your pill?"
Really, it isn't a pill.
There's so much more depth
to it than that,
it hides everything true,
to where you aren't you,
you're someone else dealing
with more now than you've
ever been through,
and you think to yourself,
maybe I am crazy,
maybe this is an escape,
anly deep down inside,
the home of your pride,
is the knowledge of realizing
it's an escape of what's real,
it makes you out to feel
what you can't feel,
something you don't conceal,
so it's like catching something
never thrown,
or having something
never owned,
but they can't see that,
and they make
appointment after appointment
to spill your heart out
onto a stranger,
when really, it's that
much more painful,
and the doctors make their money
for what they believe they've done,
but honestly, they haven't won.
How can you judge
what you'll never know?
Voice your opinion
as if you're a clone
of the only one who
can truly communicate
with myself?
The only one who
puts to shame
everyone else?
Only I can come
face to face with
what I'm dealt,
can faithfully feel
feelings I've felt.
But they can't see that,
so there we go,
living in someone else's shoes,
never knowing how to cry. |
