Monster

I try to reconnect with friends but they all retreat with scorn It's a pain to even touch them 'cause they prick my hands with thorns maybe I'm the reason for this torture then again I could be wrong I refuse to spring back and forth like a ball during ping pong my vocal expressions put me in places I don't wanna be I guess the freedom of speech really does set you free what have I been doing? who is this monster I've become this headache is pounding in my head like the beating of a bongo drum in no way, shape or form do I mean to attack all this self hating does nothing but corner me in traps that I can't even get out of they're impossible to escape from It'll take forever to break free has the devil really won? I can't blame him this time for this was my own fault the impact keeps hitting me in many forms of assault you know what maybe I'm right but so what shit happens I'm only human I make mistakes we all do so stop bashing By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)