Glutton for Punishment

I will not deny
these things like feelings
that come from a place
in the center of
my chest

Do not look at me
with a face crying
to be understood
because we're the same
fabric

denim and cotton
strong comfortable
true blue and live white
and a glimpse of lie
biting

wrought iron pillows
solid between teeth
ever harder than
steel burning this life
always

how small can we be
to be thrust into
the lime light presence
performing only
listless

It never mattered
if I wanted love
since someone needs me
to finish their work
Lazy

So these things I know
aren't worth a penny
and sell for fifteen
a false image of
myself

I will allow you
to turn ever more
from the needs inside
Cause you are the same
Tired

No matter the hour
of one more morning
My heart is denied
I must look like work
to you

Just look at my eyes
and see where I hide
I'm miniscule too
another loser
wanting

If there is love here
it is where you are
I am waiting here
for you to see me
because

I've been wrong before
and these things feel like
emotions but I
can never be sure
this time

But I can't deny
these things like feelings
that come from a place
in the center of
my life

And all I can think
is how I'm alone
reflected by you
But I can not say
feel me

If these words are yours
forgive me myself
for making a heart
with my own fingers
to taste

I guess I wanted
to always be here
grimacing right now
for stupidity
haunts me

and while there are songs
that say what I think
they don't speak english
I doubt you know
nihon go

why did I have to fall
for a mirror man
reverberating
a color copy
my face

this must be something
everything proves that
that whatever way
I am not myself
you're here

my identity
you paint and capture
on the lives of youth
without permission
I'm used

In the concert hall
they wear attitude
belonging to me
you did this only
to find

your own destiny
while I was right there
so I sneered at you
cutting myself out
of scene

Since the audition
was a long process
I thought it wasteful
you had found the lead
leaving

There is no woman
who wants to be less
than every other
one already used
please dear

give me back my life
or take me in
the one you pretend
to flourish within
without

I'm having trouble
denying the heat
building every night
from a silenced
memory

is it fun for you
to bury me here
since you were once hurt
when I had no part
of it

and I don't much care
if you can't move on
I still want your part
to fill sorrowful
whispers

our future becomes
every thought I have
and I have to hide
away from loved ones
because

there is nothing here
but the fruits of my
imagination
proven theories
on your sleeve

I'm in love with you
while hating you too
you're wearing my clothes
everywhere you go
like it's

not a single thing
and those girls you hate
call me by your name
again my title
is yours

if my life is yours
I am going to demand
your submissive form
between me and a
hard place

If you were a man
a lady's needs would
have been paramount
but you still neglect
our bed

In my exhaustion
I scream out freedom
while you are plucking
each feather from my
limp wings

looking beyond that
sinking to the spot
past my aggression
tumbling downward
for now

I land in a place
where I ball my fists
and drop them beside
your idiocy
for now

if I take you by
the scruff of your neck
I will bite my thumb
until I
reconcile

you desiring
to be smacked around
and if I get you
calling out uncle
I'm yours

I guess that is it
I'll have to find out
how to make the chance
to tackle you
beneath me

since I don't deny
truths calling to me
coming from a place
in the center of
Your heart

© Heart Attack, Stacy Stratton, 2009