Ran from one end of the forest to the other
Screaming a name I’ve never heard of.
Made a list of the lies he told me
Then fed it to a fire.
Crowned the queen of sarcasm
By those that didn’t know what the word meant.
Fight violent and horrific wars
Nobody can see or hear.
They make me tired and weak
Where I have to force myself to breathe.
In excruciating exposure to the ultimate truth
That led to the dismay of noone.
While most walk around feeling accomplished
I tend to feel like a piece of dust.