Broken Mirrors Breed Broken Lies

Why can you not here me?
I’m staring in your face,
Life’s cruel mischief,
The daggers of hate,
They always leave,
You always leave,
Just like my father,
When I was only three,
I wasn’t the better man,
In his bed he was dying,
Full of sorrow and regret,
But I couldn’t be bothered,
To mend the broken fence,
And now forever I sit,
Time for penance has gone,
Alone I have always been,
No kin to be called,
They’ve all gone away,
Life lesson was learned,
Too little too late,
How hard it is to deal,
With so much self hate,
One is too many,
A million is never enough,
The blood borne curse,
Moldy taste of a rotten grave,
And I’m not quite sure,
What side of the fence my ass hangs?
I’m trying, so damn hard,
I’m scratching, I’m clawing,
And all for what?
Material possessions can’t mend a hole in a heart,
But every day I try,
I punch the clock,
I tell myself I’m better,
A mask I know too well,
With crooked teeth,
And a maniac’s smile,
Patiently waiting for the time that I will,
Let my guard down for just a minute,
So he can pounce,
Rip my flesh open,
Devour my heart,
Maybe someday I’ll feel normal,
Maybe someday I’ll be OK,
Distance imperative,
To myself, I'm a slave.