There is not enough room for Me
Inside of this hollowed out shell
I know my place; I’ve played it well
So long, I’ve made pro of my covering
With aching heart and trembling hands
This forced confession claws its way out
Pits of hell, with levels and degrees
In darkest hours, upon my bruised knees
Energy deplete. Done. I surrender in defeat.
My care too much, and love too deep
Must remain under lock and key
Shovel in hand, cruelest earth buries alive
I wish it were as simple as protecting me
Futile efforts prove largest disappointment
Who can deny the heart of my ripest fruit?
These accusations the most unbearable torment
It robs my only shred of identity’s employment
Withdrawal: I’ve made my bed and now must sleep.
