Lost In An Unread Script Poem by Poetic Crisis

It's a never ending movie,
The same old scenes,
I wonder what could be bothering me,
It's stuck in my head,
What if I could change the things I did,
I wouldn't be stuck with who I am,
With a blade on each end, It's still a dull knife,
That's how I would explain my life,


And now I can't be found,
In my head is where i'll drown,
My insecurites are taking a toll on me,
I'm lost in an unread script,
Please someone just finish writing it,


I write such simple things,
Won't someone cut me from my strings,
The funniest thing about happiness,
Is how can everyone follow their bliss,
I breath in the help I give,
I'm everyones crutch,
And once again my words have come back on me,
I'll be living in darkness but at least they will be happy,

I have no agenda,
And what does that give me,
I'm becoming so weak,
A vice of compassion when I speak,
It's because I won't judge that you come to me,
And I never send you away in agony...