Complicated and misunderstood
Things get twisted awfully good.
Separation starts but a little at a time
Not one person notices that distinguishing line
Stress is all-consuming
Like a renter trying to find money for the rent.
Purpose gets lost in the bustle
Surviving takes first thought
Denying is a way of coping
Neither pride or honor matter anymore.
So what if this does not make sense anymore
There, over there, is always an exit door.
Better change before it changes you its way
Better live before it takes your whole life.
Screaming will make silent the pain
But you aren’t suppose to complain.
Who knows how it all will end
Oops, there is a dare in that, you don’t understand.
Like water drifts in different directions
So shall we all.
Unless you can no longer stand after the fall.
Thank you for reading 🙂