"My Doubtful Self"

“My Doubtful Self”

 

I want to walk in the purple rain,

To get rid of all this pain.

It’s a shame,

But I guess there’s no one to blame.

When the moon has waned,

I feel drained.

It’s like real horror show.

I don’t know if I’ll be here tomorrow.

I want to hear that ukulele play,

But I think my eardrums have turned into clay.

I don’t want to fall into the dark abyss of victimization,

I only want the future of my realization.

Is life really that cruel?

Or am I just the tragic fool?

I can feel your anger through the steps that you take,

You don’t know how many vibrations you make.

You make such destructive decisions,

Oh, but you do it with such precision.

Patience is what I’m crying for inside,

And for you to bring in the low tide.

I can’t wait for that fourteen-karat gun,

So I can point it at my head for a bit of deathly fun.

 

Written by Zoe Anne