Is it just you who’s forgotten it
That will we all have, the fight you lack
Where can you find it again, your wit
I wonder how you can get it back
This indolence you always emit
You question why you get so much flak
And then you feel like you’re a misfit
But you can’t handle such an attack
The confidence that you may admit
But old feelings you’re scared to unpack
Guilt takes its ever circling orbit
Nothing uttered, but one more wisecrack
Lies shield you like an armored outfit
Slowly, your heart is dyed a deep black
Your veins drenched in sludge from a tar pit
You are a megalomaniac
About the Creator
Andrew Schrader
Writer/Photographer
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