The Wisdom of Bartholomew Kuma
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The wise men say,
“You’ll find your way”...
But is it really mine with all these silly minds
Blown up in my face?
Slip and fall in turpentine,
Millions with lives worse than mine…
What society says to make me fall in line.
And that fall leaves me with an aching spine.
Fell right on my tail again,
Destined to fail again,
Confidence frail again…
What am i supposed to do?
Tell a friend?
What's that even mean?
The scheming and the evil seen…
Put a bubble up,
Kuma on the TV screen.
Wish i could push the pain out,
but i push it down.
I scream out loud,
but feel like i don’t make a sound.
Meanwhile…
all adults around give me the runaround.
Lie to me.
Not realizing they gun me down.
Kill my sense of self and throw me undercover now.
They don’t listen.
i begin to hide my sound.
To hate the sounds coming out my mouth.
Pleas for help that never bring on solid ground.
Just more shake ups.
Break ups.
Fake make ups.
The depths of insecurity that take us.
Am i a clown because i always paint my face up?
I see the person in the mirror and i fucking hate us.
The outrageous stages we fail at every time.
Save my life in the game,
but I’m not saving mine.
No checkpoints.
Only neck points,
how life comes for mine.
A vampire with the mind to dine…
So at what times are we seeing eye to eye?
With my third eye blind and words undefined?
The jewel of consciousness that’s been undermined…
Consciousness caves in,
I’m under mines.
Struggle under lines,
Ones we underline.
Ones they emphasize
To cut you down to size.
The first cut is the deepest…
Just pray it hasn’t found the spine.