Ajax's Lament
I know it’s cliché
But really
Loud music, crying and writing helps
At least I have something
At least I can find something
Even if it’s stupid
Dumb Sanctuary
At least I don’t paint my face anymore
Since now it would be all too obvious
That, at heart, all I wanted to do was darken my eyes
So when the black bled
People would care
And they might even stop to ask me-
Why
But that would just be shameful now
I’ve outgrown it
Though there was some strange comfort in knowing
Hey kid-
‘Least ya ain’t alone!
It was fun while it lasted
But I’m too smart now. unfortunately
And I know I ought to be alright
So many say so
But they don’t know
We all have our own battles, after all
And if they can survive theirs-
There’s no reason why I should be so meek and malleable.
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