Tormented
I run a riot in my head,
Scream things that ought not be said.
Guns are firing,
Tourers burn.
Don’t think it’s not, of great concern.
What goes on, inside my mind,
I wish I could leave all behind.
The pain I feel, when I am sad,
So quickly does get very bad.
All this anger all this rage,
Then it settles, winds turned a page.
Is there something I should know,
A missing chapter, left to show?
Now I’m calm and all a dream
Yet not that place, of true serene.
No one here to be by my side,
It’s that pain, I can’t abide!
Always lonely, always lost,
With few I have now left to trust.
It’s not easy being me, I don’t want this can’t you see
If I could just change the channel,
Finding the remote, that’s the battle.
