Whatever happens, it’s never my fault.
What you say to me is never sincere.
How ever you wear your language for me to understand,
I know you’re wrong and your speech is a lie.
I am a rebel for the sake of nothing but my gain of something
That would feed an illusion
Capable of calming the old pain of all kinds.
You’ve got my history written down in your books,
And you seem to think that I am up to no good at all times,
And you tell me that you do for me all you can do
But one thing you cannot give me is freedom.
What would I do with this freedom, you ask,
If I presumably received it?
I don’t know.
Probably shoot myself up with dope
Like all the other times,
The crash-and-burns, the last times,
I mean those times I swore up and down they will be last times.
I’d probably do something that would cause my leg to break at another spot,
Or dislocate another knee,
Steal stuff here, trash an apartment there.
You know how it works for me.
You know it, but I still don’t trust you.
My anger against you is really against me,
But I didn’t just say that.
My clawed fingers I hug my face with as I growl loudly
Is my rage facing me
For it knows my bullshit and it smells my fear.
My war against the world is my war against me
The war that I can never let go of,
For I have to fight something.
You and the rest of caregivers
Fall victim to these battles,
For I will never admit the truth.
All I believe (or make myself believe and pray to)
Is that I am surrounded by lies,
No matter what you tell me,
Pushing my wheelchair down the never-ending hallways.
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Trezvennost II 