On EdgeA Poem by David the writer
Living on edge
Hanging off the ledge No hand outs, nothing's free Dog eat dog, you or me Look over your shoulder You'll see more as you get older The glass only continues to shatter And your marbles only scatter This is the game of life Suffer, shame, and strife Anxiety riddled, paranoid freak With blood shot eyes that seek We know you're broken Your woes unspoken We know you hate yourself It's okay, we don't like ourself You can see all around There's no more ground You can stop running You'll never escape the shunning This is the game of life Suffer, shame, and strife Anxiety riddled, paranoid freak With blood shot eyes that seek You're looking to feel But you're fears are too real Hush little darling, nothing's okay There's nothing else to say I know what you do in the dark Your past has left its mark Down deep you see through yourself It's okay, I'm vain myself
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