I’m not mad, I’m just frustrated

I’m not angry, I’m just irritated


My life has faded

The escalators escalated

On a level I have never been to

Paper is all I can put my pen to


Orange you sad I feel blue?


I’ve been to a new universe

It’s a blessing disguised as a curse


At first, I thought it was what I asked for

Now our soul is knocking on my floor boards


They can’t find the door

It’s not there fault, they’re blind

Arms and legs tied, in binds


Can’t get my thoughts out of my mind

I wish I could go back, but still see ahead of time


Too much on my brain, I wish I could just snap out

I’m sorry if I have a daze on my face


It’s called a blackout







The End

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