Xpression.v2

Your Fiction (1/19/2006)

I can’t help but look at you staring up at the sky high
It’s pathetic to listen as you scream and you cry why
You pray for attention as you write that you might die
Go ahead, crack your head, I don’t need you in my life
Cause I’m tired of your lies and your refusal of changes
Get your head out the clouds, girl, you’re becoming contagious
It’s a lethal salvation, each of those twenty paces
Every step to the drink and the pill it’s been laced with
And you won’t even taste it, it’s a cure for his patience
Not a yes, not a no, you’re becoming complacent
But, c’mon, fucking face it, you chose this position
I can tell by your words and you whole disposition
We both know this nutrition isn’t your soul’s own decision
But you thrive on the pity that you know you’ll be given
The generic concern of those who don’t even know you
Those who control you and drug you and fuck you and throw you

I’m too tired too listen, now, please stop all your bitching
It’s the same fucking shit that you have always been pitching
‘Bout how the sunshine is missing and you bleed for the pity
The red, from your wrists, dripping, you’re feeling so shitty
So lonely there sitting, you await your next doseage
Using your blood in hopes of making us notice
Well, label us jokers, ’cause it’s time to go wild
Stop using my passion to behave like a child
Cause this shit is my style and my own ventilation
The flowing and rhyming compose my soul’s registration
This glowing frustration that leads me to fight you
Will burn your shit down, dig a hole deep inside you
And let me remind you, that in spite of conviction
I’ll revert to the flames with my style of diction
Stop writing your fiction and your bullshit description
Of the life that you lead full of youthful nutrition

Notes: Just venting out my frustration at the people who use writing to over exagerate their problems in an attempt to gain (my?) pity.

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