Scathing Walls

They want me to fit in,

So I scratch the walls

‘Till my nails bleed.

What I need

Is to get them off my tail.

I can’t bail,

Never shirk a fight;

But the cold light

Of my destiny

Grows pail.

How can such a square peg

Fit in to reality?

That’s a matter for me

To decide.

I confide this to you,

As you are true.

The ship has sailed

But I still love you

 

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