What It Must Be Like

i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
looking around to see what people's perception must be.
fear paralizing
knowing that acceptance by the masses never comes free.

i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
finding comfort and contentment in relationships that were never real.
since you found that hatred has no nourishment,
can true love be enough of a meal?

i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
to think that out of sight, out of mind really works.
your loneliness is just grasping
only to find favor from all these jerks.

i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
just hoping to get back to the road you once traveled.
blind spots, pot holes and stop signs are a henderance
but not enough to still have heads being bobbled.

i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
as you long for a daily party in your honor.
but be warned about those streamers and cake at the celebration,
they are there for your hanging and holes that need plaster.

i can't imagine what it must be like to be you,
giving everyone an emotional blow job just to seek acceptance
but when will you realize that taste in your mouth
only changes when you find your face stuffed with repentence.

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