Sketches of rage silhouetted by colors of hope
Outlines and pencil can’t convey the true scope.
Betwixt at the brink of the surreal and real
A blatant betrayal of how you do and don’t feel.
Can’t control this spinning cycle in motion
Can’t switch on euphoria or emotion.
Indifferent to the insanity or the sane
Inured to the numbness or the pain.
Standing on a pedestal for all to view
Looking into eyes that are laughing at you.
Can’t escape this social blight
An effigy thrashing in the night.
Always ready to speak in lies
Never able to face truth’s eyes.
Nothing is ever what it seems
When your reality is pieces of a dream.
