The Damning Of My Poet Soul

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Here I stand.
I am never alone.
The first one of me.
Laying under these heavy rainstorms of my brain.
I'm so smothered.
Under the cloud cover.
It hurts to breathe,
Why must everything feel so bad.

Here I stand.
I am never alone.
Just a second.
Once again,
Alone.
Too bad I can't believe,
In you, the words on the screen,
Because you raise my every red flag,
But some how the only lights I see are green.
Why can't I just get lost,
And turn your words into trust.

Here I stand.
I am never alone.
A quick third.
The pedal wieghted to the floor
Can't do a thing stop going too fast,
But you know that I keep going even faster,
Than the words on the paper,
Back in the night,
And I can't see anything right,
I pray that I remember the racetrack right,
Tracers behind me glowing in the dark,
And  I can not stop the engine  or the wheels from speeding.

Here I stand.
I am never Alone.
The fourth.
Lost in the translation,
What do the scribbles mean.
Maybe I'm just wasting my time.
Don't you,
Don't you know,
I keep doing back and forth,
Thinking one thing and then the other,
Because someone familiar is in the front seat.
"Come on let's go"
And you know I can't say no,
To the only person that I'll always call family,
Number four is the only living being with a beating heart.
They wouldn't ever drive so fast.
Taking our time down the streets,
I know I can trust,
Just sit back and enjoy the view,
I've always been the one,
To be craved so,
But you never seem to get that in the point of view,
The way that I do,
Is it your mind or mine that's so warped?
Am I the one that's been going about this all wrong?
Oh why must this heart be so desired?

Here I stand
I am never alone.
The close fifth.
Running away with myself,
As you tag along,
You only here because I haven't left you yet,
And don't you doubt for a second,
That if I ever decide,
I'd run away from you too,
Because I'm the one with keys to the demon,
In the back seat,
Always have been half tempted to let him out.

Here I stand,
I am never alone,
A secret sixth
Is the one in the back seat,
I could say things that rip and tear souls apart,
But the rest of me,
Blame the rest of them,
I go without a single word.
They have taped my mouth shut,
And taser me if I get free,
From my chains,
They treat me like the beast,
That lurks deep inside,
Lock it in a crate,
Like the dog down in Hades.
Because if not for the chains,
I would have ripped them apart
And pulled their heart strings out,
All I ever do is bite the hand that feeds me.
Go ahead you have the right to mussel me.

Here I stand,
I am never alone.
With all seven.
There's just a few too many beings inside,
And I'm quite terrified,
Scribbling down my hopes and dreams, and my fears on the walls in the dark,
To read the out loud when the light finally comes back.