The world is closed off
And has blocked all entrances.
Keys have been delivered to
Those special happy few
And most don’t deserve the favor.
So I’ve been passed over
For some secret reason.
All those gracious benefits
Just can’t reach me.
Happy smiles and good times
Are lingering heavily somewhere.
Mine just haven’t come yet.
So I only sit and wait
Allowing others in my sight
To enjoy all the blessings
This life has to offer
And mine still haven’t arrived.

The more time passes
The more consequences pile up-
Punishments for being
Unspecial, Unfavored, Unwelcomed
Where ever I go.
And yet this burden comes
Without explanation.
My neck is still alive with the pain
That follows pressure and restriction
Chosen to be my “Grand Finale.”
There won’t be any encore.

I’ve been told to “keep my spirits up”
And guard against tears
When they come.
And “never let life get you down”
Echoes still in the loss of self worth
Imposed by collections and
Regular crushing threats.
Yes I am Crushed.
So their little plan has worked.
Create an evil in me that
Never even existed and yet
You don’t even know what I look like.

If there is a heaven,
(and I’m not bashing the existence)
Then this must be it’s hellish opposite.
And luckily I stand in the
Center ring, ready for action.
Pain, crushing, breaking,
Crushing pain, broken spirits.
All covered in glue and hatred.
I can’t walk away so
I wear it like a coat.
I framed my anger and hung
It all over my walls.
It’s the art of an entire lifetime.