I'm tired of the self-righteous
with their high heads,
proud eyes and stiff necks
They look to other punctures,
not noticing their gaping wounds
Not caring of their own blood
Speaking out to me,
telling me of all my woes
offering double-bladed words
Telling me to change my ways
watching my path,
measuring my steps
But I like my dark mind
with all it's little corners
and secret boxes
It's always an adventure
just beyond the far wall,
lurks the unknown
Hang the self-righteous,
air out their words
and root up their hypocrisies
People do not need chains,
break the iron shackles
and live a life, free of judgment and shame. |