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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