O'Hale

Hearing those same words
Over and over again
Those lectures given by all
Parrots over my head
Staring at the ground
Seems the light hurts my eyes
Out of words
To put my emotions in one line
Shoulder pats
How I loathe this pity to my pain
Boundaries
Seems to chain tightly on my ego
Oh please
Come inside my soul and handle it
These walls
I want the vitality to break them down
I want to believe
That my soul is meant for purpose
Routines
Keep it for yourselves you living robots
This broken heart of mine
Created out of me a fighter ready for battle
O'Hale
To this spirit of mine staying strong against its own