Curtain Call

You’re not wrestling with me 

You’re wrestling against principalities and darkness that you can’t see.  

Finding fault finding blame 

Pointing fingers. 

Holding tightly onto to the past while saying “finders keepers.”

Won’t let it go. 

At least not for me, I know. 

You need deliverance you need to be set free 

raging against everyone and mostly against me.

Standing up for what I believe

Standing up because no one else stood up for me.

Pretty lies you tell them 

you say it was all make believe 

The past it shaped me the abuse it made me 

then say it’s not real and say it didn’t happen? 

Rage and war inside your brain 

You want a battle, but I refrain. 

You want reasons I pulled away, I explain.  

Again, and again, and again, I’ve explained. 

You don’t listen. 

You are never wrong. 

You’re the victim in every song. And in every poem. Every story. When your parts come you know em’ 

you’ve rehearsed your lines, your scars you love to show em’.  

Curtain call. 

I can’t do it anymore

I’m not returning calls I won’t go to your show. 

No one did this to you. 

You’ve done it to yourself 

All you care about is yourself 

All you talk about is yourself

The image you protect is for yourself 

You lie to help yourself 

The city you built you built yourself, 

And you’ll occupy it by yourself. 

Yourself.