Why is it hard to write it down
It’s screaming in my head
All those put-downs — that I think
I’m so good — Who do I think I am
What do you think you’re doing
How can you be so stupid
I lay in bed and cannot sleep
I’m so angry– way down deep
Mad at myself and I don’t know why
I feel so insecure — scared I will die
Die if I say the least thing wrong
It’s hard to believe because I think I’m strong
It’s scary to think of what I must do
My mind’s going crazy from what they did to you
My mind — what’s it about
Did it just change — so much doubt
There’s rage inside — I know it’s at Dad
It scares me so much — was I so bad
He gives the appearance of being so good
I can’t say anything — it wouldn’t look good
Who is he anyway — what did I do
That would be so bad — for what they did to you
I hate the pain — I think my mind just clicked
It shuts off and on — do I scare myself sick
Families — they have such a hold
What is it that holds me — I know it’s not gold
Money means nothing — I have what I need
Why am I scared — I’m in the wrong for a certain deed
Is it Stretch again — it comes to my mind
What really happened — was it more than one time?
I remember riding the hills in his fancy green car
Did he do something then — seems stretched too far
I feel like a liar and I know that’s not true
I’m tired of the pain that you had to go through
Sitting on my balcony I have nothing to gain
The adult me knows there’s reason for this pain
It’s hard to sit here and not blame myself
Feel I’m no good — put me on the shelf
Will I go crazy from what’s inside
Should I be working — then I could hide
I’m tired of this — when will it be gone
I feel so inadequate — what’s gone wrong
If it’s all my fault then I want to know
What I’m talking about — this is so slow
A slow death is what they deserve
But who am I talking about — what nerve
Always say nice things — don’t talk back
The legacy I carry in my back
The pain in my ankle — the worst it’s been
Feel like I’m complaining and that’s a sin
My mood changes so fast I could scream
Smoking non-stop — will I ever change?
Hard to see positives when I’m feeling like this
Hopeless, helpless, powerless, the shits
It’s so confusing, what is the hold
I’m tired of running but can’t let go
Five o’clock mornings lying in bed
Wondering what’s coming — filled with dread
How am I going to make some new friends
When I sit there not talking — my mind feels so dead
Why did I move — what will I do
I want to work — I feel like a fool
Sitting around lazy — is how others will see
But they don’t know what it’s like to be me.