at the victim role
Let's talk about struggle
without false pretensions
misunderstandings or
well-meant intentions
don't let love soften
the edge of clear sight
because life is a battle
and i'm losing the fight
and I push myself harder
with every attack
but you need to remove your
hand from my back
you weaken my will
with your words when you voice
such devoted belief in my
lack of free choice
as your platitudes pat me
and pose me as weak
telling us both i will fail
as you speak
and your calm understanding
removes expectations
from me of myself aND THE
ENDLESS FRUSTRATION
I feel like a toddler
learning to stand
while the grownups share laughter
and offer their hand
because everyone knows
the kid will not make it
and i feel each hand hold me down
i cant shake it
i struggle i struggle i curse
but im learning
that no one expects me to win
im discerning
acceptance of me dressed in clothing you tailor
the suit of inadequacy
its called failure
you find me too damaged
you offer compassion
raise the bar for gods sake
an indignant reaction
i always step up to the plate
when i'm needed
but its three strikes and i'm out..
the game's been conceded
Let's talk about struggle
without false pretensions
misunderstandings or
well-meant intentions
don't let love soften
the edge of clear sight
because life is a battle
and i'm losing the fight
and I push myself harder
with every attack
but you need to remove your
hand from my back
you weaken my will
with your words when you voice
such devoted belief in my
lack of free choice
as your platitudes pat me
and pose me as weak
telling us both i will fail
as you speak
and your calm understanding
removes expectations
from me of myself aND THE
ENDLESS FRUSTRATION
I feel like a toddler
learning to stand
while the grownups share laughter
and offer their hand
because everyone knows
the kid will not make it
and i feel each hand hold me down
i cant shake it
i struggle i struggle i curse
but im learning
that no one expects me to win
im discerning
acceptance of me dressed in clothing you tailor
the suit of inadequacy
its called failure
you find me too damaged
you offer compassion
raise the bar for gods sake
an indignant reaction
i always step up to the plate
when i'm needed
but its three strikes and i'm out..
the game's been conceded