Am I the only one who still bleeds?
I know that’s quite selfish of me
But at times it seems our faults and fears
Our trials and tears
Were meant to end at 21 years
Cuz at 22 you learn to just
Daily wipe away the dust
Bleach out all the dirt and stains,
Regurgitate our trite refrains
So no one sees your inward pain
Whitewashed tombs take our stead
And it seems that I have joined the dead
And learned to keep my silence deep
Below the waters in my keep
Where no one knows I sometimes weep
Father, force that me asunder
Who acts as though I’m free from blunder
Who’s scared to let you come inside
Who futilely tries so hard to hide
Sins for which you already died
- Joshua D. Elliott
