I am an individual responsible for my beliefs.
Responsible for the way I wear my hair or if I brush my teeth.
Individuals watching me, judged by jobs I can't keep.

Kids responsible to read, get good grades.
Even when ma and pa weren't there to praise
preoccupied with their financial raise.

So I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom
where I fixed my hair to avoid disastrous measures.
Nobody wants to get the wrong answer.

I am an individual responsible for my beliefs and the habitual liquor I drink.

Responsible for the way I phrase my words.
Regardless what they heard won't make them think about
their own decisions

and the tinted glass we all look through the
sinking depositions in court accusing a man as a monster
whose really a victim of the system.

american predisposition.

I am an individual responsible for my beliefs.
Disregard all opportunity to challenge what I think.
We all woke up on a road where
Signs said this way goes home
Said this way isn't wrong
Said look around and see where you belong.

I am an individual responsible for my beliefs but my individuality is regurgitating the messages around me and I am having a hard time taking full responsibility.

I want to eat when I’m not hungry.
There’s something to feed and I know
that there is nothing I can feast off of to satisfy the
empty heart that heavily hangs in my chest.

Sometimes food helps me forget
that I’m not hollow,
it helps me remember
that something can fill me up

As I walk to the kitchen and look
in a fridge that has nothing to offer
I grab another coconut icicle pop

It’s sweeter than my father was growing up
I eat it even though I’m feeling cold
I eat it even when I’m not hungry at all

Sweet like the fruit of the womb
but tomorrow may bring decay
and then will your flower still bloom
or will it wither away?

Will your roots still reach for that damper soil
Or will they dry and crumble in the dust
Will you find fatal your own Petals toil
will you let your leaves and stems rust?

Its sweet, like freshness from the rain
But it wont last more than a day
And will you let that drive you insane
Or will you let everything fall away?

do your depths reach to wells
Full of clean liquid sustenance
Or have your roots failed
your petals wither in repugnance?

So sweet like the fruit of the womb
May heal you for a day
But when left to your own
Be sure not to wither away.

back against the wall
again feeling so very small
falling down hard
like raindrops often do
in the fierce ferocious storm

unending nerve cells
swell with pain
a well of screams
all screaming the same thing
"i am tired, so very tired"

sometimes
i want to give up so badly
i feel my heart
close in on itself
stop beating in its tracks

then beat again...
as i pick myself up again
knowing this is not the end
only the beginning
of brighter days ahead