On Edge

On Edge

A Poem by David the writer

Living on edge
Hanging off the ledge
No hand outs, nothing's free
Dog eat dog, you or me
Look over your shoulder
You'll see more as you get older
The glass only continues to shatter
And your marbles only scatter
This is the game of life
Suffer, shame, and strife
Anxiety riddled, paranoid freak
With blood shot eyes that seek
We know you're broken
Your woes unspoken
We know you hate yourself
It's okay, we don't like ourself
You can see all around
There's no more ground
You can stop running
You'll never escape the shunning
This is the game of life
Suffer, shame, and strife
Anxiety riddled, paranoid freak
With blood shot eyes that seek
You're looking to feel
But you're fears are too real
Hush little darling, nothing's okay
There's nothing else to say
I know what you do in the dark
Your past has left its mark
Down deep you see through yourself
It's okay, I'm vain myself

© 2016 David the writer


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your profile is quite interesting. Liked reading about you...lol

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