I keep conversing with myself in parables
A valiant effort to save my ego from tripping
Maybe I am crazy?
Or my spiritual needs restoring?
I am a grown woman now maybe I am in need of sexual healing
To die may be better
As I am exhausted from holding meditation to rid myself of this feeling
I am different...
I am strange ...
Maybe I am an alien disguised as an earthling
Searching for a reason to justify this nothingness
Maybe I’m still scared of lonely and deep within I am hurting
I feel like a square in your circle as these lines no longer fit
To die may be better
As the last time I was this frustrated was when I was seven
I could not form the 'A' in penmanship
You have me talking to myself trying to figure out where I slipped
To die may be better
Than to look you in your eyes and let you know how your actions made my heart flip
I guess I should act like I am craved out of wood and forever remain tight lip
To die may be better
Then my cup running over and you're not around to get a sip
To live is to suffer, so I try to pour out my pain to conceal this hurt
To die may be better
But I can't leave knowing my gift is your curse
You should be paid as an actor, as you dragged my feelings through the dirt
I would have loved you forever, but you wanted me to sink and I prove I could float
They ask me “Where is your father?”
My reply "It is easier to communicate with a goat!"
I am not disrespectful, but certain people cannot sail on my boat
So I start loving you from a distance
As the pain is equivalent to a knife stuck in my throat!
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