When And Why Poem by Shame Provoked secrecy

When the folds of the mattress come to get you at night
You know it’s time to live outside your head
When you constantly think that people judge what you do
You try not to care instead

When you’re manic and brush paint on your canvas
Till the crimson ribbons fall
You know it’s time to look back at your tracks of time
And stop living this daily ritual

When you reflect in the looking-glass
And judge the image in which you forcibly live
You just give up the effort and except defeat
It’s the left over wreckage they made you with

So why is it when promises are made but always broken
And you’re forgotten, in your tears you drown
Because at the end of the day to the people you love and admire most
You’re insignificant and you’ll always be let down.