My Crazy Way of Coping
All the pitiful actions I've taken
To simply keep my head afloat
Have left me in this state of insanity
That very few truly know
Sometimes I try to console myself
To say that I handled things with grace
But it's a feeble attempt to exonerate myself
An effort to curb my distaste
It's a fact we all have our demons
Though some wouldn't like to admit
But when the fiends
Are now your friends
You start to lose your mind a bit
People don't like messy
You must conform and blend in
And play their silly game of belittlement
The catch is, you can never win
And sometimes the past can't be the past
Because the past hangs on too tight
It's ingrained in you
It's who you are
And some things can't be made 'right'
When the only thing that comforts you
Is the very thing that brings you shame
Then the only thing you can do is wonder
Why you continue to take part
In this prejudiced, fruitless game
