Sitting, Writing; Breathing, Freezing

Mixed emotions

eels like I'm on TV
Everyone is watching me
I fill the screen with lies obscene
As I try and come clean
Clean me of the flow so free.
High up like a tree, so I can see
How easy this is all going to be.

So I'm waiting for that moment.
So I can grab it and own it.
I've thrown it into the crowd; so sick.
They like it
The want to fight it.
BAM! Like a car crash
Stand up, take your pink sash.
Say a speech to your fans,
your parents and that one man
who watches from Heaven
It feels like the seven
sings; but no one wins
Trippin' over, scrape my shins.
Damn, now there's blood all over.