Thoughts From the OutsideMature

Don't ever tell the son of a psychologist he doesn't know you

 You're fixation on disaster is a manifestation of feelings that weren't so bad to begin with

 But you took them                                                                                                                                    Twisted them to fit your own fears

And now they're a monster of hatred                                                                                                       

Everyone hates you

You know they do

My apathetic eyes are always glued

    But not to your eyes                                                                                                                                  No, never your eyes

I can't stand to look at your expressions

They say the eyes are the window to the soul and I'm too afraid to see what's down there

Where the monsters crawl, and evil spans across the clouds

I'm too afraid to see the truth that you see

So I stick to the truth that could help us escape yours


I will give you the sword you need to commence combat

I cannot give you the will to fight


Some people fit better in the dark

Where the world can't see them and they can't see the world


To which I say

 "I give you this shield"

And you'll reply

 "This is a black quilt..."

  "Yup, best of luck"


Because if you look real closely, you'll realize it isn't a quilt at all

It's just a little sheet of darkness

Sewn together with just a touch of warmth

Because you can't fight fire with fire

But you sure as hell can hide fire in fire

The End

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