All that Remains

Of Better and Best

Clad in silk and broken dreams

A life I live bursts at the seams

Of overused promises and phrases true

My dear, what has become of you?

Drowning deep within my own head

Too lazy, hurts to get out of bed

Face the blinding light of day

Taunting me, with pain that I will pay

Burns to look into someone's eyes

And say 'I'm good'; you know the lies

Words heard a million times, as they do

My dear, what has become of you?

What's fallen from the rotted ceiling beams

The startle scares, yet I don't scream

I look ahead and ignore the rest

Because I can only live in the illusion of 'best'

Been raised well, been raised best

Told I'm far better than the rest

I am the smile, I am the glee

This is what has become of me

They close the doors, slammed in my face

Until I'm left alone, in this empty space

They say I have the will they lacked

But then why should I pick up the slack?

Pull my hair in the direction they wish me to see

I turn back, they say they've let me be

But I know it is their hands, no doubt

Back and forth, my glory they tout

But I suppose it's just as any would

With expectations, promises to be good

For fear of disobeying and wishing for escape

And only be left with a life alone on the scape