Oddly Quotable

I've got These Friends

I've got these friends

and they've got hair full of split ends.

And these friends, they are my frazzled darlings

constantly snarling.

They are angsty teens who steal the stars right out of my sky

and I?

I wish they understood the contradiction of taking my stars out of my sky

because I just hang them back up.

I've got these friends and they've got me too

our home is a zoo where the animals never sleep because

sleeping is cheap.

One by one, all three pressure me

into something I shouldn't be.

Anxious, depressed, and paranoid

these three friends, they fill the void

left by many who are cheap and who take part in sleep.

Not me, nope.

I have hope

and hope is only acquired by those who are awake

woke.

And I don't dare sleep because sleeping is cheap when there's a price to pay

heaven is only a stairway away.

My three friends, they keep me aware

aware of things that nobody cares

about.

The peace, the love and the freedom

these can all only be obtained by someone with a kingdom

and depression, anxiety, and paranoia

can destroy a person with sunglasses to take away from

all the passes given to those who are specified.

To those who lack three friends to keep them in check

to keep them in their crew neck sweaters and

to keep them dancing to the melody of hate culture

like turkey vultures who forget to breathe in

because nobody is as complicated as a heathen.

These three friends are the best I've ever had

keeping me gasping for air, sad and mad.

Keeping my nails, lips, and cheeks bitten red

never allowing rest upon my bed

because the word needs help.

Not from those who believe in fictitious yelps

from the wolves who cried "boy"

but from those who are patented with three friends.

It is not real

not real as the soldiers who kneel for the humans forced to skip meals and the humans who can't deal

with what is real

like my three friends.

The world is in dire need as it pleads

for us to lead.

Lead it away from dividends, labels and pointed fingers

covered in sin that lingers

from truth to truth.

If you are not depressed, anxious, and paranoid

you are not filling any voids.

You don't deserve a gold star on your collared shirt

because you are not participating in the hurt.

You will not be applauded by those who live on pedestals

because you are not sensible, not credible.

You can not see the truth without your sunglasses.

You can not see through anything unless an anxiety filter is applied smoothly like molasses.

You can not see truth without paranoia colored frames that aid you in taking aim at the ones who know.

My three friends, locked away in my head

paraphrase a future phase of my own life

where I am left for dead

in some kind of asylum because truth isn't allowed out.

I'm not insane, not as insane as those who bailout when the going gets tough.

not as those who sprout lies through Cheshire cat grins

not as those who prefer optimism and flower fields to skip through

while the finest of Dolce and Gabbana covers their skin

and MAC cosmetics covers their chins.

I am blind without my three friends,

as are you

who say they are not true.

Remove your sunglasses now

and see what is to be thankful for.

See what is to be not taken for granted and my friends and I, we'll be waiting at the door,

hoping it hits you on the way out.