Rainy days and dripping eyes,
the sky reflects what lies inside.
Melting, dipping, slipping away,
curious why you hurt yourself this way.
Confused, conformed, expect the expected,
you really believe you’re so protected.
A pathological liar, deceptions perfected,
your words are acidic, your blood is infected.
With all the broken glass, you’re bound to slip,
falling face first in your own pile of shit.
You can’t see the truth, it’s too far away,
just living a pathetic life day after day.

You think you’re in control,
all the while being controlled.
Wake up