So I beg and plead,
With things I cannot see.
I bow and pray,
To the reasons I'm awake.
It's so difficult to be American,
Gotta pretend that I love it here.
The truth is I'd rather live in Switzerland,
I hear they some great beer.
I could drink off pain,
I could drown out my sorrows.
But I don't live there,
So I'll sneak a whiskey bottle.
Here in America,
They drug you up and sit you down and say,
"Remember kids, take your meds,
To keep that frown away."
I could pop all the pills,
I could trade in my sorrow.
But what good is it,
If I'm too high up to feel my life.
I hate America,
Everything a disease.
I want to sleep,
So let's take some NyQuil and breath.
I hate America,
You can't fix me society.
Bet they find a way to brainwash me,
So I'll stop writing these things
YOU ARE READING
Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
