Pris(o)m

I am not bloody perfect in every single way -
 
I do not kneel down each night before my bed and pray.
I’ve problems with my memory and remembering the day,
I cannot always turn around your day from being gray.
I cannot smile constantly and wish my pain away,
pretend everything’s great and that I’ve never been betrayed.
 
I cannot sit around and wait for the next sick game you play
just to fuck me up again, to lead my mind astray.
 
I’ll not be another puppet for your mantle to display,
list’ning to your bullshit, leaving me to my dismay.
 
I will not take the path you chose and act like all’s okay
for that will surely guide me to my very own decay.