It’s the middle of the night and I’m writing again
Living life as if just around the corner there’s an end
To this struggle that I’ve had since I was a wee little tot
The problem is I didn’t have to give it any thought
My feeling body shut down so I was completely numb
And I convinced myself along the way that I must’ve been dumb
But the opposite was true and I just couldn’t see
All of the gifts that I had if I could only be me
Well isn’t it funny that now I’m back in that place
In that safe, familiar, and seemingly rotten space
Of trying to numb because now my feelers are on
And for two+ years the wall of protection’s been gone
So now I’m just hurting but also unwilling to listen
And I’m sure that the lesson is to love myself without condition
But my patience is wearing and my desire to arrive
At a place that my ego keeps trying to contrive
Is blowing up bigger than I feel I can stand
My ego is taking over and has become something grand
It’s laughing in my face while it continues to resist
I get the ball rolling and its clinging just persists
I fall flat on my face and when I look up I see
People laughing and staring at this oblivious me
Who doesn’t know which way to go or how to overcome
I’m afraid if I don’t get it someone will call this game done
So I spin my wheels everyday wondering how can I “win”
But I can’t even fucking find the willingness to begin
It’s like the answers are staring me right in the face
Still I brush them aside and on my forehead write, “disgrace”
Because everyone around me knows it’s a matter of choice
When I open my mouth to tell ego it cuts off my voice
I’m tired of the fact that I keep myself here
In pain, suffering, waiting for willingness to appear
I’m equally as tired of hearing myself bitch
As I victimize myself when to the poor I seem rich
I wish I could just sit without the feud inside
That’s what the drugs and the food are trying to provide
But shit doesn’t work so you’d think I’d just stop
‘Cause when the voices start back up again the place-marker drops