Day after day of listening to you
was pure torture.

And there were days
I wanted to take your words
and force feed them to you
to see how you like it.

Well you have pushed me way too far.
So now I will say something
and I suggest you brace yourself
as I calmly raise my voice.

Because my words
have been on edge
for way too long.

Just so you know,
my words aren’t afraid of you,
so don’t try catching them.
Because you will only be left
looking like an ass.

Your shadow tries leading you one way,
while at the same time
you try going the opposite direction.

Whe you desperately try to control your shadow,

your shadow laughs at you,

but only for your ears go hear.

It drives you absolutely crazy,
because you can’t tell your shadow
to shut up
without you looking crazy.

But once you realize
that the shadow you keep fighting with
is actually is you.

Then you’ll continually be tortured
on a daily basis
until you take your stand.

You say your door is open,
but your room is always closed.

So why won’t you let me in,
don’t you see me knocking.

How long
do you plan on having me
stand out here biting my tongue,

before blood starts filling my mouth
and drowning my words.