Rip roaring, the gut punches
Bruise my skin again.
I’m green, yellow, purple and blue.
Stuck agonizing over the way it all played out
The way they promised they loved me
The way they acted like they kept me safe

These people claiming to be saviors in their own right,
Liars with noses much too short for their crimes.
Thieves stealing from my psyche,
Taking the peace of mind I could’ve had
Shattering whatever life I could’ve lived.

I know
I know
I’m trying to let it go
But the tsunami of injustice
Hits my chest like a cement wall
And I can’t swallow it all.

So I jam my fingers down
On plastic keys
Hoping
Wishing
Praying to a god I don’t believe in
For anything that will make it all seem like
Just a drop in the big pond..

But it’s not a drop–
It’s the whole damn ocean
Flooding my throat
And I can’t stop throwing up.

But this is not my end,
Just my third act struggle,
And I will get up my mountains,
I will enjoy the view.