I found my victim.
A weak, helpless being.
She called herself a girl.
Girl, boy, it doesn’t matter.
In the whole scheme of things it never matters.
Pleaded until her voice was gone.
“Mercy!” she shouted.
“Leniency!” she cried.
She shook in her chains,
But that only made me laugh harder.
She spit in my face,
But that only made me harder.
I’m only paying it forward.
I’m only returning the gratitude,
The world has bestowed upon me.
Tight with anticipation,
From the final release,
Of my stress.
I’m grasping for something.
I don’t know what it is but it’s something.
My mind is constantly wondering,
trying to figure out what’s good for me,
what’s best for me.
You see, I’ve been down some windy roads,
sometimes unclear of the way I should go.
that’s all that seems to come out on the paper.
You have a feeling it’s close.
You don’t want to rush it,
Consequences happen to people who rush.
Maybe I feel caged.
Like the bird at the zoo or the lion on display.
Yes, very exotic, and nice to look at,
but trapped nonetheless.
My heart is free but my sole is not.
I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know which way,
I feel stuck.
I wish I could put into words how I feel.
It’s really making me ill.
I feel bitter,
but something more.
I feel tired,
But there’s gotta be another word.
I feel beat up.
The world’s got it’s licks,
that’s for sure.
I can’t even rhyme.
I feel like i’m out of time.
I need to be alone.
I need to go somewhere and lick my wounds.
I need to go where I can find comfort.
I need a fort.
I need to not feel emotionally drained when I first wake up.
Can you help me?
You see, my mind won’t let me be.