self inflicted depersonalisation...
a competition for what i dont deserve
overpowering overcomplication
struggling for an end with no means
soothing melodies that we all know and love?
dancing the dance whose ending we all know
the jester, the king, the queen and the asshole
but which am I?
interchangablitiy combined with the need for compartmentalisation
convincing ourselves of something that simply isnt there.
interactions based loosely on friendship, true connection a rarity
alone on my pew i am waiting. i am waiting.
the tools of our trade undefined and abandoned
but which am I?
designed impersonal, yet personalised.
taking support from all areas yet unfulfilled
an unnecessary obsession is always necessary
a dulled anger, a box of chocolates.
the unwelcome guest in our midst
from whom everybody takes different meaning
speech patterns leading to injustice
the chronicle ongoing. i am waiting, i am waiting.