Everything I say and do
Is not up to me it seems up to you
How do I choose to right all the wrong?
Cannot dispute being more off than on
This makes life hard to be
Nothing’s wrong with you, It’s all wrong with me
Every time I smile and cope
I tolerate you so I’m the dope
I say I’m sorry, then I repeat
To tolerate more, now I’m a creep
I try so hard for closure and peace
No comfort how can I get release
Can’t find another way to go; the ‘no option’ is all I know
Can’t find another way to be
Nothing is wrong with you it’s all wrong with me.
I help you, I’m owing much more than that
I do my best, though I’m still a rat
I thought share and share alike
I do for you and then it’s… psych
Others get things done that’s true
For me, help yourself, what am I to do?
How do others compromise?
I can’t understand truth and lies
Been hurt by you and others way too long
Got to survive the crazy, stayin’ strong
Still have faith and hope shining on me, ‘no option’ joke must let me be.
Another dark poem of escaping others pains and arrows of their unfortunistic lives.