Random emo shit

We are driving down this road

We are driving down this road
The one that we press these
Wheels to almost every day
To only come back to it again

I'm sick of explaining
How my mind is damaged
And I'm not Awake

I'm tired of trying to clean up the oil
That I spilled across the rough surface
So that your venture
Can be mildly pleasant
Before you scould me
For the smudged black mark
On my pale skin
That you despise.

We are travelling in circles
Shouting the same arguments across
The dark surface broken by
White lines

But apparently my words aren't reaching you
Over the covering roar
Of the large engines and
Squawking monsters between us.

You aren't willing to listen
To my screams as
My body lay
Crippled
Attacked by these scavengers

You aren't willing to help me
But you cover it with
Your false guardian facade

I'm sick of going through this alone
I'm sick of being told I'm not
I'm sick of feeling insignificant to you.