Not allowed to make the music that I would
my thoughts are truly reckless
and very misunderstood
so now it is only poetry that I play
with in the backyard of my mind each and every day
I am not too courageous yet my name , that's what it means
I am not a warrior and I am not allowed to scream
I am in a prison of emotion and psychotherapy
Debating on to watch it end all inside of me.
I talked to many people about what is going on
and if I did die it would raise too many questions about myself
to run away will not make the troubles go away
so act as if... you crazy b****…. you are a robot now
made of flesh... but do your best.... not to care anyhow.