I Do

do you ever feel like you don’t belong?

like a child a step father beats on,

every time the belt comes out

you get an almighty clout,

wisdom through violence

isn’t a long form education

it requires retaliation,

deadly nightshade

on the rim of a glass

or an execution at distance

with a poisoned dart,

ever feel like you can’t

let go of your abuser?

never realising they’re 

just a fucking loser

you deserve better,

do you ever feel like 

you’re in prison?

unable to leave due to

Stockholm Syndrome,

you’ve become far too fond

of your surrounding cage,

dress yourself down boy !

act your age !

don’t lose your head,

ever wondered why 

you’ve been left for dead?

it’s the bastards 

playing with your dread

just turn your back and run,

you belong to no one,

do you ever feel you’re

waiting for the gun?

poised at the starting line

to run your first lap

ever feel like leaving forever

and never coming back?

I Do