Crazy

Caging me into
Your idea of good,
Pushing me down
With everything you could.

Memories of happy
Have fled my head,
Confined by white walls
And a hospital bed.

Every word they speak
Is trying to alter my brain,
Pushing to fix me,
Ignoring my pain.

To smile is to lie,
To feel is to cry,
To run is to try,
To jump is to die.

I guess no one heard me
When I said,
“If I couldn’t be crazy,
I’d rather be dead.”

Undeserved

My heart is just another item on the list of things I will never get back from you,
Along with my favourite Gingerbread Man pin.
I really don’t think you ever deserved either of them.

I've Forgotten to Forget

"I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you."

The Monster

I feel myself turning into a monster,
Just like in a fairytale.
Except in fairytales,
The monster always dies.
No one tries to help the monster.
I’m afraid of myself,
I’m afraid of tomorrow,
I’m afraid of everything.

Lost

Bedridden,
Finding myself expecting
Nothing of the world but
The deliverance of you.

There is so much I need to
Say, explain, scream,
But I cannot find the words,
Let alone the strength.

I wonder if you’ll ever notice
That I am missing.
I wonder if my absence would
Affect you in any way at all.

Open Mic Night

This rhythm is delicate,
These lyrics are safe,
The perfect song for
Your first viewing of my stage-self.

Screaming and singing
Words to one of the few songs
I’ve not written about you.
Lucky me, there’s one.

The words I pen are so
Blatantly, obviously, always
About you, my love;
Always about your ignorance of me.

As long as I’m being ignored,
The ink will last and last,
The words will pour and pour,
My heart will sing and sing.

So perhaps tonight’s performance
Will open your eyes.
Be warned that I will sing the
Only song I have that is not written

All about you.