Sunday, 07th of November
Here in Harydo's mind
Hair tied with a band made out of rubber
Open up to me, let's see what we'd find
I never thought I would see myself here again
Therapy was good so I am here to get more
A little something to numb the pain before I go insane
But it seem so repetitive, do you ever get bored?
I look at what happened and wonder where I went wrong?
Hunter killed my pack , so I bit his hand off
And he got my wanted poster, calling me the wild one
Ignore the initial action and let the reaction pay off
Send the threats, action and set, play your favoured role
Scar me and then come for Simba's throne
You excel in being the puppeteer
But this fix is permanent, you'd never see me attached or near
So hurt me now, you'd never get another chance again
Say I am to blame for partaking in your silly games
I can soak it up, once made a river dry when I dived in
Restored its glory with all the tear I haven't been crying
You don't know what its like to be the lion who can't roar
Or to be the "locked up" in your own mental asylum
Or to be so close to death, you got saved by a phone call
I even survived medusa's gaze without shades on .
When forgiveness ran rampant, it was a conscience marathon
So I guess it's time I pass this heavy baton
I guess the prophet was right, it is the downfall
I just misread it, it was all in doom's hall
If there is a cure , just point me to the source
If there is a training, I would ready my Armor
I am getting rid of this from henceforth
So therapist, sit down and let's talk .
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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