Do you think I owe you something?
With the roof you've put over my head and the clothes on my back and the bed I sleep on and the covers I lay under?
Do you think I owe you something?
Like it was my choice to be born into this world in this time and this place as though I could choose?
Like I'm the one who made the mistake.
Not even once
This world has got you hooked like a drug making your eyes adjust but not to me.
Lets move our focus to the tv screen where top models and you could be would be should be's
If it weren't for me.
One mistake to many
See this drug let's you see.
Who's fault is it really when the blame falls between you and me?
This 'proud' mother and her accidental daughter who will be forever labeled as 'the time I had to much to drink'
So don't blame me for being like you because apparently you are all that is right and righteous in this world that I was born into
See this drug doesn't kill you.
It pushes away your loved one's who will love you unconditionally
But when the time comes for loving me, you leave.
That one mistake has branded me and you pretend the world can see what you think I am and now you think I should believe.
But that 'accident' that one mistake it doesn't brand me like it brands you. See you've got your drug but I've got no one to run to.
Your drug makes me irrational, hypicritical, and suicidal. It says I'm reckless at my age and I should really learn how to drive
Cause then I can get away
YOU ARE READING
Delinquents
PoetryWhat's our story? We are just a group of Delinquents that no one expects to do well. In reality, the only 'trouble' we get into will probably get us laughed at and encouraged than into any actual trouble.
