For once I wish, for them to ease
Upon the yelling, for quite please
I hate the crap, that they produce
And hurl at me, when they let loose
Upon my walking, through the door
Critiqued I am, from head to floor
I try so hard, to them ignore
For all of this, I've heard before
I quickly search, for sanctuary
Within my room, so dank and dreary
Trashed with gear, books and games
Tapes and figs, and picture frames
Scream and shout, is all they do
Though I'm not there, they've not a clue
It's nothingness, they'll yell about
I cannot find, my own way out
Slamming doors, and verbal fights
Is all I hear, through screechy nights
Flying words, it surely seems
Hateful thoughts, that crushes dreams
Here they come, away I'll go
To where I'm off, they do not know
Here I go, pacing here and there
Where I'm going, I'd love to share
Here I sit, in this filthy room
Feeling closed, within my tomb
Help me Lord, I'd like to say
Then I remember, I do not pray
Depressed I sleep, slowly dreaming
Only to wake, to silent screaming
I feel the presence, of a parental ghost
It's devil deeds, it'd always boast
Things are shifted, form here to there
My hidden secrets, they'll find I fear
I lock my room, to no prevail
I now know that, I'd only fail
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