Twisted Ways but Time to Stay

When can she start

Living

Breathing

Moving

When can she start

Walking feeling her heart beat

Without a device

That isn't quite nice

When can she get the pain to go leave

And go with her freinds on a shopping spree

When is her money going to not be tied up,

Honey?

Doctors of all kinds say they are helping too

They cry on the spot

And spill blood on their shoe

Let's blame it on the patient they say

Already in "chains"

Blood being drawn from their viens

To Fight The Change

Is facing the scare of adaptability

Erasing the fear of the unknown

Exploring the incredible feeling of

humanity

Is what it must be like

To be stuck into a costume of

Someone else's body.

I do not know of experience, but

That is what I Imagine it

To be.

To see yourself as a third person,

Is something quite

Impossible to imagine unless if you've

Gone through yourself,

I don't think people would quite understand

Nor does the undermining bravery

It takes to fight in a battle,

Or to shoot a gun and kill-

"The Enemy"

Of someone we're at war with.

Two people.

Both victims of society. Why can't people see the physical battle is just as

Mentally tolling and damaging as a mental one? Both deserve an honorable award for their utmost Bravery

Which the common person might not

Contain-

Why do people make judgments,

On either side of which

People know nothing about?

To Question Why

Just a causal discussion it always starts

How how it escalates so fast

Washed away thoughts and crippled opinions

Coming at you and I like glass

Damaged society breaking up formulated relationships

That have been at existence for years

Let's try to keep our head above water we tell ourselves

We are gonna be ok -

If we stay united by not being the same

& Distinguishing the hate flame

Eventually we exhaust one another

Limiting the things we are allowed to talk about

Silence is stabbing a knife in the air

Waiting for our voices to scream and shout

It comes to the point you got to convince me

Knock on my door and say you still uphold that respect

Despite our most obvious differences

I know it's hard

But running from our issues is just really

Circling the drain

With emotions just pouring uncontrollably

Ideologies aren't theories they become real

Then there's pain

It's hard to meet in the middle

When we both speak from the heart

It's cloudy up in the sky

Especially where there's so much unknown

With no real answer

To the question why