maybemyranda

Cookie-cutter houses and magazine spouses Lawyers, doctors, and dads from sitcoms Married to synthetic stay-at-home moms Cheerleading daughters, brides to weekend yachters These brothers and sisters amount only to hushed whispers The secret flings lead to diamond rings Freckles and pigtails Become mascara and fake nails A lost tooth and scraped knee Become a girlfriend and inhaled  THC The walls will fall; Leave nothing at all So let's rewrite these pages And step off the suburban stages

I sold my soul And as numbness consumes me I dream And I'm alone As numbness consumes me Tears make rivers And I'm alone Standing in the mess you made Tears make rivers In this morbid lullaby Standing in the mess you made, Picking up the pieces In this morbid is lullaby I'm dragged kicking and screaming. Picking up the pieces; Drifting away I'm dragged kicking and screaming In a world of sickness Drifting away Into my land of make-believe In a world of sickness I fall Into my land of make-believe Where I'll be safe

I will never be as good as you, That I know. But you will sit here reading this, Telling me its good, Like a teacher reassures her students, While on the inside you'll be hating it, killing it, swallowing it, and regurgitating it Into something "better" I was proud of my work Until I met you. You've taken what's dear to me, And murdered it, Like an assassin in the dark. You've left me in a shell, hiding. You've made me turn against myself, Hating myself and picking myself apart. Well I'm done And now it's time I break free.