This goes out To Whom It May Concern
That lesson you wanted me to learn?
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Me, Myself, And I.
This goes out To Whom It May Concern
That lesson you wanted me to learn?
To be able to go through anything, and unscathed, return,
to be able to let go, and find a new life, a new sojourn?
Well, It can’t be taught, it can’t be bought
Now in this silent confusion I stay distraught
I’ve fought and sought to be given new thought
But incapable of change, the trap has me caught
We do not change over time, things are revealed
The perpetual cycle of illusions, those things concealed
You didn’t think it was possible, but the scar hasn’t healed
Just like this bleak and overcast future I see, my hope repealed
What was once the certainty and the promise of a happy day
Turned into emptiness and anger, regret of that certain way
The way I was always messing with forces beyond my control
The way no matter how close you were, it felt like the south pole
Cold and desolate I stood shivering, sucked into apathy’s black hole
It was wrong, and it was right, but you decided not to search my soul
I know I was gifted, and I know I was a waste
I know things change after people get a taste
Believe it or not, I think about those times that I chased
You, those thoughts, the memories of us I traced
Back to a time when things were more simple
To a time where I could stare at a dimple
Small and insignificant on your face
And remember that heart stopping grace
But even that I had to erase
If I wanted to have room for a place
In my heart for a new hope
But just like a corrupt pope
I dash people’s dreams
I cut the bridge at the seams
I burn down the palaces
I shatter the chalices
The memories are dissolved into the unconscious dark
A place where I am haunted, they call to me “Hark! ”
All just to replay and say my past wasn’t okay
As if I had snorted some yay or eaten some hay
You treat me like an addict, or an animal, so I pray
Punish me for those things I like to involve in my nights
Or please just give me salvation and absolve the rights
Of my free will because all it does is curse and instill
The ways of apathy and laziness, as if I was an addict on a pill
Because I never was who they said I was
I wasn’t your brother or son or your cuz
The golden boy who couldn’t keep himself pure
So he was stained and lost worth, they were unsure
He found out on mother earth, for his disease there was no cure
Protect them from me. Myself? I was only the messenger.