Inner Child

As a kid you thought you would have it made

But now you wait until you get paid

Just to dump it all into bill after bill

As you pop pill after pill

To keep yourself balanced out and happy

Because you’d lose your job if you got even a little snappy

Then you’d be alone on the street

Hating even the beat

Of the music you used to keep

So what’s the point in even having a dream

When we all eventually lose steam

Only the wealthy

Live healthy

While the lower class

Who are accused of doing nothing but sitting on their ass

Work and work until the bags darken

And the eyes lose their light

And nothing seems like it will ever go right

Why?

Just tell me

What’s the point of it all?

I didn’t ask for this

I didn’t ask to be born

And yet I mourn

The child I used to be

The child whose mere definition was me

I want to gain back my inner child

But at this point it would be subdued and tired

Weary of this unforgiving world

For at this time I’ve grown bored

Of constantly battling in a war

That kills me to the core

I want to win

For that inner child still within

They’re begging to be set free

And curse whoever stands in their way

For you’ll have Hell to pay