There’s An Everlasting Moment

[Joey]

My mother called me a ‘lost child’ 17 years ago.
My family already noticed me, unrecognizable.
I pondered there as a stoic.
But this wasn’t a fair presentation
I used to get stage fright in these moments
Who am I, really?
I held this in
As to wither the moment.

That same year I dragged myself down
And I messed up my hair and tattered my clothes
So where before I made efforts to tailor my fit
I then frayed my senses to something senseless
I used to stage fights in these moments
Because - fuck you really!
I held this out
As to wither the moment

By this time next year I got kicked out
I held anorexic, as sick inside as I was without
The sheer intensity of the shears on my grit
No matter what I did, nothing fit
I used to get frights in the night
Because - hold me God!
I spelled this out
As to wither the moment

Eventually I came back and I mellowed out
Just a little and only a bit
Only a bit of time left before I die
Why even bother with life when I can get high?
I used get drunk and sometimes I’d cry
I hate this violence I don’t want to fight!
I drew this out
As to wither the moment

This story goes in and on
And in every section
For I’ll end the same
There’s an everlasting moment

A moment in shame.

 

[Mysterier]

That same year I dragged myself down
And I messed up my hair and tattered my clothes
So where before I made efforts to tailor my fit
I then frayed my senses to something senseless
I used to stage fights in these moments
Because - fuck you really!
I held this out
As to wither the moment

Wonderfully expressed. The above captured me as incredible writing.