Human Show
This story is torture
Long winded, and curved
With plot twists aplenty
Some I know I deserve
Maybe it's easier
To sit back and see
This whole long disaster
As a stage play, a tragedy
The playwright and actors
All look the same
None of them willing
Nowhere to place the blame
I see my self speaking
Though I know not who wrote the lines
Only feel the compulsion
To speak in twisted rhymes
I crane my neck to the sky above
Nothing but cheap wood and paint
The person holding my strings
Just waves and makes me wait
The play, it just goes on and on
No one's ever allowed to leave
Not even the ones who set the stage
Not a single moment of reprieve
There isn't a day that goes by
Where I don't think of cutting the strings
Even if, a simple myth
Is all I hope it brings
For even if there is no end
That matches what I've heard
I'd like to see them try to fix
The severed wings of this caged bird