Turn away to the
Safety of yourself,
Where the meeting of walls
Gives your division its stealth.
Undo the knots that
Create the sturdy shield
Behind which you hide
The reluctant weapon you wield.
Claim that I'm crazy,
That I've lost it down the drain,
That I'm virtually impossible to
Address as safe and sane.
But I know I'm right
And it's causing you your pain.
And if this contradiction
You choose to fool-endorse,
Let anger hide the longing
Of its unforgiving source.
Label me the derogative,
It matters not to me,
For in the life I've got to live
You are not priority.
So turn the music up, its chaotic chorus
Clouds your calloused mind.
But do not expect me to sympathize
When you're hit by what you heard not coming,
The truth is right before your eyes,
Why must you keep on running?
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