Deacon Songs's blog: "another poem"

Outside

Sometimes my guilt eats away at me

Sometimes your tongue is so angry

At times it seems that can’t make headway

When I struggle with things to say

Your walls are built so high

And I understand why

I can’t take back the things I’ve done

What the hell have I become?

I always feel I’m on the outside

I’m struggling to get inside

I know I’ve hurt you

It seems like that’s all I do

I’m struggling on the outside

Nothing seem to work out right

I know I’ve hurt you

I don’t know what to do

Sometimes the pain goes away

But then I become angry

I can’t find the right things to say

I know that I am the one to blame

My walls are built so high

I know you understand why

I can’t forget the things you say to me

I haven’t become what I want to be

I feel like my own enemy

I let you get away from me

I can see you’re just like me

I always feel I’m on the outside

I’m struggling to get inside

I know I’ve hurt you

It seems like that’s all I do

I’m struggling on the outside

Nothing seem to work out right

I know I’ve hurt you

I don’t know what to do