Wednesday, May. 23, 2007 / 3:38 a.m.
Consent

We all know why I'm like this
And it's perfectly justifiable
Because living through hell
And battling out through the flames
Leaves too many burn scars

And there's a part of my soul that's so charred
But the burn unit turned me away
After I had an epiphany in a hyberbaric chamber
I blame the oxygen

It's supposed to be really good for thought processes
But my thought processes scare everyone around me
And me

But I have nowhere to flee
Nowhere I can leave myself for a weekend
And get away from the stuff that goes through my mind
The movie always plays, the ending always the same

And even if I was blind
I could still see it, seared in tightly
A sense memory that never fades
And it'd be a good ad for a laundry detergent
But only for emo kids

Middle America isn't ready for such a thought
As they sit in their God-fearing church and read the bible
How they act depends upon what chapter
They decide to follow on any given Sunday

If I repent then I'd just be free
Or so I'm told but no one's ever told me
what I'm repenting for and why it's so wrong
And maybe if I knew what my punishment was for
I could stop

I could be someone else
Someone shiny and happy
Someone other than the this
But I tried to leave myself at the hospital and hope I'd be adopted into a good home
And all that happened is that I was sent home
For being over the age of consent

I don't remember giving consent
But there's a form somewhere with my signature on it
And it's signed in my blood
But damned if I can remember
When the hell I signed it