the man and the boy and the distortion

he clenched his jaw and fought the thought

of tasting tears in his mouth

thoughts that gripped him tight and held him

up against his own wall of imprisonment

for the fear of such a dream or nightmare

actually coming to fruition made his blood heat up

the chills came and went and the nervous feeling

created a new person on the outside of him

he was molding himself into a man but the little boy inside

came outside to play with his heart and mess with his emotions

paranoia paranoia paranoia paranoia paranoia paranoia

who keeps watching and thinking and feeling and believing???

his head became fucked with, what a stupid little boy he's become

does he know he's really okay? someone should tell him he's fine

where does he start- he wants to open the closet door to his thoughts

but his past would fall out and make the room so messy

how would he walk around it, he doesn't have time to pick it up

can he take this situation and crumple it up and shove it in the closest?

it will make things so much easier but the man has already been molded

he is growing and reading and writing and learning and discovering

he is sick of the cycle and the heartache and the confusion

the man wants to help the boy but the boy doesn't need help

the boy can do it all by himself he swears he can

the little boy has done this before, he's taken care of himself before

the door starts to open and the man and the boy both know

that once it rains it always seems to pour

get ready for the aftermath.