E.B.B.E.
I wander the hallsof unmerciful thought
drowning in falsity that will only get denser
I watch shadows wear makeup
and feel the hurt of that with they tried to conceal
I listen to the words of a silent oppressor
my treasons slowly becoming more emotionally incorrect
I've heard it isn't real
and that coming like this doesn't help
but it is all I can do
I live here now and forever will
trying to escape grades and bells
running only to trip over a smaller fate
forgetting the pain I've waited to feel
my failing health will remind me not to procrastinate
I've ran from this place so many times
but I will never leave, for it claims to be my sanity
And though this pain isn't my choice
it is my curse until the day I bleed
I huddle in corners to escape my fear
and the thought of one more joke
as I listen to words
and scream against thoughts
trying hard to ignore
my silent condemners
And though everyone else seems so sure
I cannot seem to convince myself of the supposed truth
If only the bells would understand
I am not yet ready to go back home
I must sort through my beliefs and undergo my pain
pick up the books that have fallen
fixing everything that you tell me is already broken
and please know the reason I hide in these walls
is because I cannot take one more thought
I cannot survive another failed attempt
at blending into the background of chaos
A turn of temper or a twist of fate
When it's not in a novel
the irony is not so greatly appreciated
but I will continue with my never-ending journey to sanity
and it will hurt and cut into my already-broken scabs
but if there's nothing I can do to keep out the voices
I will just patiently sit here in my desk and wait
until you've seen I've gone mad
