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Victorious.
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Depressed. I float through each day
on an irredescent cloud.
Where normal things annoy me.
And a breath is too loud.
Where looking in my mother's eyes
can set me on edge.
And hearing the sound voices
makes me wish I was dead.
I long to run away
from all this stupid noise.
To drown myself in alcohol
or in a meaningless boy.
Just to escape my reality
and to get away.
So I don't face what I return to
at the end of each day.
Sometimes I feel like I must be
the only one that's sane.
Because their minds are clouded
by drugs in their brain.
And yet I am still here.
when I could simply run away.
But I'd never abandon them
and it is here I must stay.
And then my mother starts to rant
over the smallest of things
and I look forward to going to work
my very spirit sings.
So when I come home my body collapses
and I fall right into sleep.
And even as she yells at me
I am in way too deep.
But then I have a day "off"
which really isn't mine.
Because I'm forced to be alone with her
and pretend all is fine.
I just want to get away,
the concept is utterly glorious.
But I realize the only way is death
then I shall be Victorious.....
