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The Broken Part Of You, Became Me
Yeah, I'm hyper...
And it's hard to pay attention.
When I was a school boy, I did
a lot of detention.
I guess I must mention that
my mom thinks I'm a demon.
On our next luncheon,
I will show her just what that means.
I have always known...
That she'd have no problem killing me.
Because I am just the scapegoat
for her sacrificial screams.
It seems like this existence had
never accounted for a soul like mine,
but I am just like all of you...
My past is behind me but I'm still doin time.
The tension inside is killing me and
I feel like a dried up, taunt rubber band.
I try to deal with these feelings,
but I've had about all I can stand.
It's hard to steady these shaking hands,
It's like building castles in the sand.
Don't tell me about responsibility,
when I was never taught how to be
a successful man.
You sabotaged my neurology, then
have the audacity to try and blame me.
How can a mixed up ten year old boy
be accountable for your tainted history.
My vision has become quite clear you see.
I see right through you, even though you
lack transparency.
It has become so apparent to be,
You were never a real loving parent to me.
The illusion that you present to others is
the dillision that is your reality.
The confusion that tried to drag this boy
under is a product of your insanity.
My shadow is my biggest fan, but it
can't stand the sight of me.
How long shall I walk this land before
I find out what it means to be free.
The Broken Part of You, Became Me.
Yeah, You're like a viper 'cause
there's venom in your deception.
My very existence is your regret,
so I lived without your affection.
I tested your perception of the
way things ought to be.
Thanks to your rejection, I will
never find my peace.
The separation grows, and all I'm
left with is the memory.
I want to slice the throat of the
man that caused my mother's misery.
I dream I'm walking in the mist of
physical space and time.
It doesn't matter what I do,
Everything I find leaves an impression
on my mind.
It has an affect on everything, these lies
that have grown up around this man.
At night, I stare at the ceiling praying
to YHWH God, come take my hand.
There's no god in a can
of beer, no miracle to taste.
It isn't that odd that the end is near,
There has to be an end to every race.
The pace has gained traction, take
action for the cause.
These actors and influencers can't
wait for applause.
A mirage mixed with insanity, sprinkle
in some narcissism... Looks like candy.
How can a torn down pissed off man
even make it in this twisted society.
And yet it has just occured to me
that I am exactly what I want to be.
Somewhere between the pain and anger
is a brand new path of uncertainty.
My past has no place in my future so
I must venture in it cautiously.
What's the cost? Where's the key?
We all fall down inevitably.
But how we recover and what message
is received, is what ultimately matters and
how it is perceived.
Can we move forward in an optimistic way,
or shall the naysaying stay, as we wallow
in words of yesterday.
How long shall I pay this price?
The product of a man that's cold as ice.
The result of a runaway's fear and lies.
I shed my last tear as part of me dies.
The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree.
Just as the Broken Part of You, Became Me.
Written by: Michael W. Taylor.
April 1st. 2024 ©
© Michael W. Taylor
And it's hard to pay attention.
When I was a school boy, I did
a lot of detention.
I guess I must mention that
my mom thinks I'm a demon.
On our next luncheon,
I will show her just what that means.
I have always known...
That she'd have no problem killing me.
Because I am just the scapegoat
for her sacrificial screams.
It seems like this existence had
never accounted for a soul like mine,
but I am just like all of you...
My past is behind me but I'm still doin time.
The tension inside is killing me and
I feel like a dried up, taunt rubber band.
I try to deal with these feelings,
but I've had about all I can stand.
It's hard to steady these shaking hands,
It's like building castles in the sand.
Don't tell me about responsibility,
when I was never taught how to be
a successful man.
You sabotaged my neurology, then
have the audacity to try and blame me.
How can a mixed up ten year old boy
be accountable for your tainted history.
My vision has become quite clear you see.
I see right through you, even though you
lack transparency.
It has become so apparent to be,
You were never a real loving parent to me.
The illusion that you present to others is
the dillision that is your reality.
The confusion that tried to drag this boy
under is a product of your insanity.
My shadow is my biggest fan, but it
can't stand the sight of me.
How long shall I walk this land before
I find out what it means to be free.
The Broken Part of You, Became Me.
Yeah, You're like a viper 'cause
there's venom in your deception.
My very existence is your regret,
so I lived without your affection.
I tested your perception of the
way things ought to be.
Thanks to your rejection, I will
never find my peace.
The separation grows, and all I'm
left with is the memory.
I want to slice the throat of the
man that caused my mother's misery.
I dream I'm walking in the mist of
physical space and time.
It doesn't matter what I do,
Everything I find leaves an impression
on my mind.
It has an affect on everything, these lies
that have grown up around this man.
At night, I stare at the ceiling praying
to YHWH God, come take my hand.
There's no god in a can
of beer, no miracle to taste.
It isn't that odd that the end is near,
There has to be an end to every race.
The pace has gained traction, take
action for the cause.
These actors and influencers can't
wait for applause.
A mirage mixed with insanity, sprinkle
in some narcissism... Looks like candy.
How can a torn down pissed off man
even make it in this twisted society.
And yet it has just occured to me
that I am exactly what I want to be.
Somewhere between the pain and anger
is a brand new path of uncertainty.
My past has no place in my future so
I must venture in it cautiously.
What's the cost? Where's the key?
We all fall down inevitably.
But how we recover and what message
is received, is what ultimately matters and
how it is perceived.
Can we move forward in an optimistic way,
or shall the naysaying stay, as we wallow
in words of yesterday.
How long shall I pay this price?
The product of a man that's cold as ice.
The result of a runaway's fear and lies.
I shed my last tear as part of me dies.
The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree.
Just as the Broken Part of You, Became Me.
Written by: Michael W. Taylor.
April 1st. 2024 ©
© Michael W. Taylor
