Have you ever felt so helpless?
So down and sick?
Trapped within a place of another man's world?
So far deep in a pit
you swear you could
feel the flames of hell.
Yet so, so cold.
Freezing from the inside out.
They laugh, they poke, they prod.
Completely oblivious...
Trying to see how far they can get
without actually committing murder.
You'll never be able to trust another smile,
A smiling face, all the while dying underneath.
Little do we know the secret lives of these happy people.
That happy man that holds his gun to his head
every night because he knows he will soon lose his job.
That happy woman that hesitates a pillow
over her sleeping childs head at night because
she can't stand the sound of his crying when he's hungry.
That happy teenager that stares
at a bottle of pills everyday
wondering when the nerve will strike to swallow them.
That happy child that cries at night
when stepdad comes into the bedroom.
So down trodden and bare,
yet we live in a free land,
A land of justice and equality.
The milk and honey overflows....
Then why are we so oppressed?
Look outside and see the smiling faces,
So happy and perfect.
So sick and happy.
12/13/06
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Brain washed in happiness
Help being rejected
Cause of ignorance
Hopelessness becomes a sickness
Traps set up in a wicked man's world
Stuck at the bottom of a pit
With not much helpful hands on top
To pull you out
Their heaven is a hell
Surly you will feel the oppressive flames
Hearts colder than a dreadful winter
Sniff,burn,choke
Oblivious cause of lack of wisdom
How much vanity will be posses
Just for their happiness
Another plastic smile
No trust in their eyes
Covers for a dark lifeless soul
Crookedness is the secrecy of their life's
Some caring guns cause it's wild west
Aiming at the innocent heads
No nine month bonding in womb
Between mother and child
Frustration when a baby cries
Abortions in the crib
Medical drugs swallowing up
Depressed youths
One empty bottle
One more full grave
Perverts hiding in the shadows of children
Molestation is their dirty pleasure
Wolfs in packs
Foxes in dens
Snakes in grass
Too many slave masters
To be a free land
Lower class holding up middle and high class
No real justice and equality
The milk and honey flows
But the greedy control it all
Sick in the mind and brain wash in happiness
I see dem every where
From the slums of the streets
To the biggest mansion on the hill
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