How about we take some god damn responsibility?

How long more are we going to cry
For the world to balance up
Like an empty seesaw on standstill
Shhh, no one moves

For people to be this, but also that
Never mind it contradicts
Never mind that we are all the same—
Balls of wool herd to either sides of fence

How long more will we fall
And blame the ground for the bruise
Accuse the crowd of pushing;
Our parents, for giving us feeble legs

We can circle the game of victimisation
Spend eternal inspecting the manual
Or, take some god damn responsibility
and we start living.

(@writteninstead)

Shame, shame, shame

Shame, shame, shame
When real life exceeds what we make up
in horror screens

Shame, shame, shame
Those badged with the honour of protector
use their muscles to break, to murder

Shame, shame, shame
Terror and brutality roam the streets
in rubber bullets and pepper sprays

Could it be, we’re living a reality within dream
When can i wake up,
please?

(@writteninstead)

Act of pain

Pain is a strange thing
Full of lies, it will be
Painting stories of tragedy
you will learn to believe

Into the role, perfectly
Pushing at you, screaming
Crying. A disgusting mess of
Madness and grief

Sorry I let the poison of pain
Swallow me; I forgot to see
Every time I clawed at you,
You’ve only responded with love

(writteninstead)