The Man Above The Boy Within

A Happy Place

The butterflies don't colour my skies,
My clouds are gloomy and my days are sullen,
Happiness isn't my friend,
There are so many thoughts of guilt,
There's a curve on my face,
But a wreck up my house,
A havoc I can't control.

I have been sailing the "SS depression",
My anchors are tangling,
I wrap my words around my pain,
I feel a different kind of reality,
I've been chasing happiness with clutches,
Looking for hope with a frosted magnifier,
My shiny city is built on something dark,
Fallible but with grotesque.

Some nights I drink tea,
Some nights I want whiskey or vodka,
But mostly it's my tears falling unto my lips,
It's bitter than vodka but subtle like the tea,
Some nights I dream for a while,
I see my happiness in a quiet place,
A place where no one is looking,
A place my soul isn't reaching.

I need this storm to feel safe,
I have a tapestry of scars and a beautiful soul,
A damaged spirit and riddled mind,
I won't be this worried if my demons wrote back,
If they wrote using my mind as the distorted mirror,
My mind might drown in the pages,
And I'm sure my soul would dance,
My justice is but a marble statue wearing a blindfold.

I sit on the cloud and obsess,
With angels and moons,
Talking about how I'm fighting my fears,
About how I'm conquering my demons,
My nightmares don't come as a surprise,
I just sit and tie my shoes and wave my demons on,
If I get through today,
Maybe you can help me tomorrow.

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