keep me here, my subconscious says
this feeling you’re feeling is better
than walking around in the skin you own
god throws me around like a feather
i let him, as I lack control
its all part of the circus
he wants me to trust in him, fully and devote
but how do i know if I’m worth it?
you see, thyself is tricky, compounding thoughts make things confusing
it may make for an interesting ride
but to me, it seems like abusing
to give us all this, and to give us no proof
with a tale and text to match it
i don’t disbelieve but it’s hard for me to leave,
when my stones are awaiting to be casted
it’s an interesting view, choosing life or death
a task with no avail
i’m harder on you and i’m hardest on me, don’t i deserve to go to hell?
no one can judge, but they do every day
who put them in this position
it’s not the car we drive or the clothes we wear
or the medicine from any physician
as I’m walking around, in the bad side of town
i linger on subjectivity
people force down advice, like a showering meal as I wonder what has gotten into me
C.M. Rose
Why Fire Burns 