My heart cries
As dust flies
Around my soul
I'd take control
But I just can't
Maybe I'll just rant
About my life
And my never ending strife
Poem after poem
I can't even show em'
What it's like to be me
I'm not even free
From my own thoughts
It's the thing that I fought
Not anymore,
That's out the door
I can't trust my own self
I put my standards on a shelf
Too far for me to reach
My own brain has been impeached
By me
I'm not free
I'd rather fly
But if I move I might die
So I'll just sit here
To far for you to hear
My miseries
And my casualties
Up on this shelf
Where I've put myself
