I’ve finally plucked up the courage to speak,

to allow myself to stand up with the freaks

I’ve been sitting in my bedroom for too long

Waiting for the life i want to come along

 

Wondering if I am under control or lost

Thinking that I’d be better off dead, toast

Unsure how to be a mother to my child

As I’m always hankering for the WILD

 

I don’t mean just in terms of wilderness

but the cracks in the pavement of bliss,

I’ve never been able to be happy, to live,

feeling as if I’m always having to give

 

Being selfish is what they always say,

i’m told this and then told to go my own way

Mentally ill, one day and fine the next,

medicated, subjugated and not my best

 

I’ve finally plucked up the courage to speak

To the ones who cause me to be the freak

Judgemental mirroring their own causes

Externally projecting their own neurosis