Another poem I wrote when I was a child. This one concerns itself with the games certain people play and how they fade away. Being removed from reason exposes the true problem. There is always a path to redemption if you are willing to work for it.
I guess it’s time to put on a show
I’m lonely as you all should know
Separated from your presence
I guess I don’t have an existence.
Oh you so proud and true
I know not of what I do
So please, let me come back to you.
From the words I say
To the thoughts I mean
Separated in a way
Too far apart to be seen
I’m lost between two worlds
One forced and one formed
I’m wherever whatever makes me more fooled
What would I care for
When I leave myself here
Where I can’t ask for more
Where my dreams are nowhere near.
Games were used
You’re changing the pursuit
So you’ll appear to be the one abused
The devil knows his own
Especially from a fool
Who makes deceit into his home
Who changes all your rules.
I guess I’m not so alone
My voice carries truth as its tone
This perception you alone, denied to be shown
These losers lie and die
Heed no attention to that misdirection
Focus and open your eyes
Prove to God you’re prepared for your redemption.
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