FicWad

Don't you forget about me.
I know I never left a legacy.
So, I thought I'd tell you a story,
A girl no one ever knew.
Pen and paper was her vice,
The pages they burned,
But they payed the price.
She was addicted to the words and sounds.
The silence in awe, her words leave you speechless.
Still stuck in this god forsaken town.
With friends that take her down,
And kick her around.
That girl is me,
Like I said I'll never leave a legacy.

I'm stuck behind barbed wires.
Hearing squeals of tires,
Spinning down the road.
Cars collide and people die.
'Cause they're out there in the real world.
I'm stuck in my mind.
Left here to die,
In my own filth and waste.

Behind this chain linked fence,
I'm safe.
A writer of the masses,
Trying to be something.
But I'm being run over,
And burned by a boiling pot of water.

Rancid and grotesque,
I'm far from a symphony,
An orchestra of music,
Many instruments blended into one.
The beautiful lullaby,
That soothes the lust and rage.

There's a writer in me,
Right now I'm wearing a mask,
One day that writer will break free.
And my true self will be unmasked.