he's crying again, alone in his pen.
it's not a real cage,
cause despite of his age
and fucking facebook webpage
he's carryin rage
and dismay
at the way
of the earth.
he's suffered since birth
trapped in his mind.
innocent of crime but
hes still doin time
soft like a mime but he's screamin inside.
Its always been this way
never knows what to say
and life ain't so easy
but he dont got a reason
to kill himself now
so he furrows his brow
and he checks himself out
self medication
the illegal persuasion
oxycontin and xanax
and so many rx's
it would make your head
spin.
he knows he won't win
like a shark with no fin
he's swimmin to drown
slowly drifting down.
he's not afraid
he dont want a parade
he just wants to be made
at peace with himself
and with everyone else
but they dont get the point and
he dont like to point
it's right on the wall
not foreign at all
and if you come near
perhaps you can see
inside me
bill nye the science guy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ooooh-yeah/
