It Is You Now

What do you do 

When you wake up at two

AM not PM

It was them!

Their crooked smile

Their voices vile

Their screams “just go”

“You are unwanted here no more”

What do you do

when it “WAS” you

When they were cruel

But you - the fool

When they gave your food away

But they made you pay 

When you were “no good”

In charge of their mood

What do you do

When it’s up to you

Their lives, wellbeing

Their home, their disagreeing 

When they claim they have been saints

When they claim you caused them pain

Your humanity they have been taking

A slave of you they have been making

What do you do 

When your life is through

While others - having fun

After the impossible you run

When all the meaning has been drained

Because you chose to fix their pain

You chose to give and to submit

For the crumbs they gave you - tiny bits

What do you do

When you wake up at two

Exhausted, haunted, pale and empty

For they are helpless, dainty 

But now they have converted

The chip of goodness they inserted

Now everything’s forgotten, lost

At a very, very high cost

You still walk on eggshells, broken glass

“Anytime, they will be nice, at last”

It’s not worth hoping, no

Though this kept you going so

So at two AM you stare at the ceiling

It all has been deprived of feeling

Endless process called your life

Endless boring, painful strife

The day ahead you doubt you’d make it

Just do as they say - fake it

And when you can, just go and take it,

Your life, and know that you will make it

Now indeed it’s you

It’s time to find your truth 

It’s time to wake up, make a plan

Live for you now, no longer them

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