October 13, 2009

Dear dairy,

My friends always tell me I get carried away

Sometimes I spit when I talk cause I have so much to say

They don't seem to hear me, but I guess it's okay

It's not their fault my mind is working overtime with no pay

They always say the same thing and it's starting to get old

That my mind can't get sick, that it can't catch a cold

I scratch and I pick, my insecurities poke,

My fears, my anxiety, a voice that provokes

Take a walk, clear your head, breath in, count to ten

Cause on the first page of life written in red

You'll never make it here if you don't learn how to bend

Don't speak unless you're spoken to, little girl

Someday you will find your place in the world

But ladies don't get dirty

Someday you'll learn to fill the empty space with empty faith

Everyday feels like a battle and I always get hurt

I was frequently told violence was never the answer

But life doesn't abide by the rules of a child

I don't know how to fight, only taught how to surrender

There is a certain kind of darkness that does the reaping

It usually take you right before you are sleeping

Is it the crack in the door that it finds a way to creep in

Or the crack in your brain that want you to drop dead

I don't remember what it's like to see with clear vision

I awake every morning like the dead has arisen

I don't have to think this body of mine is a prison

You don't control me, I just got to find my lightsswitch

But the more that I look, the further it gets

Your the only thing about me that needs to be fixed

Cause on the first page of life written in fine print

Stop looking for light, live it instead