I was deep in my MADD feelings the other day and wrote a poem.
Would it be weird if I asked you What do you do in your day Do you bury your face in a pillow Pushing all the pain away? Do you escape smelling the roses Which are miles and miles away Do you walk outside and frown Seeing the youth throw their lives away? Does the pain affect you badly To where you can’t feel it at all You’ve gotten so use to the invisible bruises You don’t get hurt when you fall? Well what if I told you, you didn’t have to pay Pay the price of being human and letting other people ruin your day? What if I told you to close your eyes and let your mind heal all bruises Would you escape this world and create your own? Would you build yourself a mansion and create a better home? Or would you open your eyes and realize maybe the pain doesn’t truly escape That when someone wakes you up maybe closing your eyes was the true mistake Maybe the nightmare wasn’t the bruises but this world you made yourself Because when you open your eyes and land in reality it’s the toughest landing to endure Did you realize maybe you didn’t escape, but you just gave yourself another chore?