What Would You Do?
Running, bumping into labyrinth walls,
Looming over, you watch the beast fail.
Guiding the poor bastard down dead ends,
Stand guard, make sure it never leaves it's jail.
Judging faces, twisted in constant disgust,
Sick of pushing it back all the time.
If you don't, it might realise what is what,
Somebody's got to keep the monster in line.
You tell yourself you hate it so much,
But you torture it into thinking you kind.
Teaching it to never question, to never know,
That you love it really, but only when it's blind.
Forever suppressing it's humanity,
So it doesn't learn you've lost yours.
After all these years causing yourself pain,
You're still keeping score.
How dare it know joy while you only hurt,
In fear, you keep it's world in shadow.
You'll be revealed, one day it won't work,
The light will pierce and you're out of ammo.
Too dangerous to let out of this cage,
God forbid, if I should see more than you,
I might realise who the real demon is,
And then what would you do?
Looming over, you watch the beast fail.
Guiding the poor bastard down dead ends,
Stand guard, make sure it never leaves it's jail.
Judging faces, twisted in constant disgust,
Sick of pushing it back all the time.
If you don't, it might realise what is what,
Somebody's got to keep the monster in line.
You tell yourself you hate it so much,
But you torture it into thinking you kind.
Teaching it to never question, to never know,
That you love it really, but only when it's blind.
Forever suppressing it's humanity,
So it doesn't learn you've lost yours.
After all these years causing yourself pain,
You're still keeping score.
How dare it know joy while you only hurt,
In fear, you keep it's world in shadow.
You'll be revealed, one day it won't work,
The light will pierce and you're out of ammo.
Too dangerous to let out of this cage,
God forbid, if I should see more than you,
I might realise who the real demon is,
And then what would you do?
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It's about half 4 in the morning, and this is messy, very messy. I'll probably have another look at it at some point. This is a subject I've been thinking about for a while though, people that go out of their way to make you feel at fault. I've been lead to believe I'm a bad person, called every name under the sun. I'm sure everyone's had this from at least someone. After a while though, you have to question why they're investing so much time in this. If you're so bad, why do they seem to enjoy wasting so much time on you.
You have to realise at some point that people who make a project out of seeing someone else fall over, are never going to be happy. {And that's not your fault.}