"The Hang of Life"

When juice pouches turned to coffees

Dolls and cars replaced by smart-phones

Embellished fields planted with skyscrapers

I age more than the number of years

That defines innocence

In a state of denial and growing each day

Living with bombs inside my heart

When a glass fell from my hands

They took it as a chance

To throw the broken pieces at me

I let it scar my legs, my arms, my face

Just never my brain

Many wishes you well

More are wishing you hell

They prove me wrong

I kept proving them right

They celebrate my death

Be prepared to welcome my revival

One’s happiness is a suffocation to others

Disassociating yourself is inessential

For by and by, they’d start to drift away

Those who know less, speak the most

No explosives are needed

For their heads inflate

It’d start a firework show

People want everything in verity

Drop them with bombs of reality

They’d repudiate what they can’t handle

And throw all their knives at you

In a room full of hypocrites

I find myself repelling

I watch as they eat their words

Such wonderful entertainment.