Better Then Therapy
By Kyle Roberts
Waking up within a daze to a constant bitter taste.
Look in the mirror for self destruct step back let’s take a break.
A deep breath is then inhaled to an image I relate, is this broken lens of dysfunctional living oh what a feeling it portrays.
Outside the box of mental games I play a game myself, a mask I wear to simplify things but a constant cry for help.
Outcast living wrapped in feelings, but hidden it’s discreet, to hope all is well on wishful thinking the ground is breaking at my feet.
A laugh within or darken skies I see it all so clear, but to others who have this vision, it’s muddy waters when I’m near.
Coffin carrying, mind is blown, clean out my closet till it’s pictured in a frame.
A new life sets with a mind at rest as we see what still remains.
Feeling free to an opening, is this the feeling that I crave?
To positive looks within the light is this real or is it fake?
I’ve came across many souls who said they had my back to turn around and stab me quickly, oh yes it’s just like that!
Majorities are quick to judge on one who’s not their own, and fighting for your innocence is like you’re breaking bones.
Oh but when things rise to watch them fall I’ll still just stand my ground!
For I know truth is a better therapy when your world comes crashing down.
