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Outsider

 
Abandoned on the other side of strong willed silence
The proud have no apologetic offering
Undone and I've no accusation to utter

Coerced into a position
Working to gain compromised approval
Say your piece and let the wounds become a bitter marinade
With all the flavor of the pain to be a lesson taught

Motivated by self projected inadequacy
Sheltering insecurity in vanity
To achieve a house but suffocate a sense of home

For all that money and reputation can buy
No amount of anything we earn can turn back time
For all the riches of a first world sacrifice
And all the honor of our temporal war hero stories
We cannot buy back the moments we squander
Or the heart be compensated by material things when broken

As correction of perspective turns to vengeance
Mistaken enemies are friendly fire targets
Subjected to the will of another to pick a fight
Bullied into nothing more than a verbal punching bag

Our voices bleed the same
Rise to defend the perpetuated heartsick behavior
Put me in my place, because age comes with answers
Condemn me in my ignorance and tell me how right you are

Whether we are young or old enough to know better
Wisdom contrived of failure lashes out
And I'm an outsider again
We are both of us a far cry from innocent

I've lost you for my words
Yet you've lost me for your silence
When there is no calm after the storm
Just tension built up through filters of unspoken resentment

My heart put on trial to come up with a defense
My character in question scrutinized through your eyes
As if everything you see is by way of an untainted perspective
Or uninfluenced by bias

Bigger man persuasions, how do you prove it?
Whether your loud enough to drown me out
And bull dog me into seeing it your way
Shut me up and let's just go with what you say

Offering to make amends and salvage hope
Held accountable to what grace we worship
Pull on the call of us to become better men
As we see ourselves
Apart from the lies of action that don't equate to conviction

Is there anything I have to give
When all you want is an ear with lips sewn shut
And a thousand reasons to look down on me

Shut me down and give me a taste of my own medicine
As our method to cure becomes the ailment
I humble myself and plead for forgiveness from the guilty
As we go on pretending you've got it all together

Is my motive to reconcile tainted
In my effort to bow out and give you the upper hand
Despite the fact there's as much blood on yours as mine
Yet you've a lifetime of sins on me
With more to preach and less to learn
Set in ways relative to blind trends of worldly wisdom

Tell me what's right and entitle me to nothing
I can't win for losing when I reside beneath the tyranny of your pedestal
What's the worth of it when pride is a lonely mountain top?
cloventongue89
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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