The Cage

she's still paying tuition, even though her intuition 

tells her she's already a college dropout by definition 
mind isn't there, no care, but she isn't a failure 
wishes she took time before she picked a career 
mom steered the direction, she went along with the ride 
going to classes with books, but leaving her brain behind 
so lost in the future, the present she doesn't see 
so much time spent inside, focused on insecurity 
spends hours getting ready, just going to class 
push up bra, tna, to show off her tits and ass 
and she's picture posting, the attention gets her high 
but all highs fall, thats something she's come to realize 
smoked to be a bad bitch, but now that shits addiction 
got faded for the same reason, but now the funs affliction 
different beds different nights, new liquor steeper pour 
trying to fill that empty void but just loses herself more 
she's had dreams and aspirations, they fill her journal pages 
whispers say they'll never happen, wishing there where no cages 
so the goals never play out, she's too afraid of failure 
except for in her sleep, but now theres only nightmare 
always thought life was more than a ride on a carousal 
still remembers sunday mornings, still waits for him to call 
she doesn't love herself, hopes one day someone else can 
but with no self wealth, she can't seem to keep a man 
probably stems from, her dad never really being around 
and even when he'd pick her up, he was always letting her down  
so now she feels the need to please, gives rides without the key 
abused mentally, emotionally, and physically 
she's exhausted, nothing more she wants to explore 
inhales a bottle of vicodin, head hits the bathroom floor 
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