2004-03-30 / 10:54 p.m.
Choosing Sides

Go ahead and berate me

Because I don't seem to measure up

My standards for myself are higher

Than anyone's could ever be

Mental beratings for minor offenses

Surefire way to drive me too far

And if I could bleed myself dry

To assure that I can heal the wound

Don't you think I'd do it?

There's too much in this life

That I know that I can't handle

And what comes naturally

Is far from what I'm expected

So shove it all down

Throw it all away

And become the me everyone wants

Me to be

Why is this scream catching in my throat?

It seems I can only whimper

So I prattle on writing bad poetry

And nonsense scripts

Maybe I just don't want to grow up

It's like slitting my own throat

And I'm all out of clean knives

If I had someone to cling to

I would

And if I wanted to give myself up

I could

But there's no place that accepts

Awkward clumsy writers

And genius drives me into madness

But is there really a difference

Between the two exists a line

And I'm so tired of living on top of it

It's time to pick a side

And I still don't know which direction I should go

All I know is that I should go