Repeal Your Peace

So your human critique debuts to thunderous applause

Even the subjects love it,

they dont even pause

Because it seems that those worth writing negative reviews about

never recognize their own flaws

I'm like the red headed stepchild

Ironically enough

this recessive trait is NOT a curse

So I guess its just bad luck

I try to inspire because,

since the hole in my heart is never filled

I have nothing tangible to give

But I know there must be something

I just don't know what the fuck that is

And I try to find happiness at the sight of your ascent

But how can I? When every takeoff is accompanied by an equally ambitious kick

as the only one in the blast zone,

I'm the only one hit

So please forgive, your highness,

if my recovery takes a bit

It's pretty hard to bounce back from an impact you've created yourself

When you go from being a helping hand to being the hired help

remember what they said about the contents of a book being reshelved

You told me that blood diamonds would only sparkle in the fires of hell

But I guess you were wrong...

I'm giving back my second chance

I don't need it anymore

I came to speak with a queen

But it turns out that she's just the king's whore

Talking is only further causing this;

Its the great depression

To a second world war

I'm over it...