The Suit You Made For Me

I got beat by the woman in the store,

When I got home I got some more,

I’ve learned my lesson,

I won’t take, but give my soul.

I walk in the lines,

I follow your rules,

I want not,

I disturb nothing.

I’ve married,

Raised two children,

I wake and work every day,

I walk your wishes.

I walk in the lines,

I follow your rules,

I want not,

I move nothing.

I’m told there is great reward,

For following, for not fighting,

I am told this is the great way,

Not dreaming, not wanting.

I walk in the lines,

I follow your rules,

I want not,

I say nothing.

You beat me to here,

You stopped me from wanting,

I am living your dream,

One that you didn’t create.

I walk in the lines,

I follow your rules,

I want not,

I create nothing.

You are the seamstress of nothing,

Enforcing things that make no sense,

Building walls of pain and confusion,

And daring one to tear them down.

  

I walk in the lines,

I follow your rules,

I want not,

I change nothing.

 

You placed the jacket on my back,

It tights and doesn’t belong,

You wiped my tears,

And the suit never fits.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com