addicted 

Addicted 

I must be addicted to pain; there is no other conclusion 

tell me what sane is, I say to you my confusion  

faces steering me away, going their way

 I speak; they don’t listen. Should I be surprised  

I must be addicted to rejection, looking for another conclusion  

show me my place; I show you my confusion  

try to impress, be good, ending in a mess 

times got tough, nowhere to be found 

They block my smiles and my laughter 

My eyes weep, yet their dry 

My cords yell, yet no sound 

I’m the person I must live with every day  

I’m getting older now;  time to find my way 

So, took the road, running scared  

wipe the frown off; lift my head in like, see some good 

Push forward; the time will come.

 I will be on the right track; until then

 Deep inside, the incentive to make it through