I – You – Me – Us.
We.
Remember what you say this day. And those therein.
Verbatim.
No one knows your strife, who you were in a redacted essence.
Your wits and good guidance be-damned and screwed to the sticking place
Lest we all fall back into a cycle,
Over and over,
Tilting back into that same phase of incriminating definition;
You know your stigmata,
Be it so bright it blinds those who look at you now?
Hear they not our cries and pleas?
Our so-called excuses for restitution of reality that we greedily seek?
Drugs and antidotes and therapies so fruitlessly plundered
From the ministry and hierarchy
Normality, we ask so wantonly;
But to be normal would be to lose who we have become or what we have aimed for,
We are as we have always been so leave us are we are
I – You – Me – Us.
We.
Remember what you say this day. And those therein.
Verbatim.
Submitted by: faljak
