Tuesday, July 3, 2018

F'n FIBRO

It has been six year sense this trip of daily pain
People accuse me of BS'n in my life

Who know nothing of my start
Being active and strong was my common place

Once you struggle to sleep and feel pain when you open heavy doors
Things change drastically before you can truly understand it

Opening a jar of Jam became too difficult and would often make me cry
Cold air from the AC can make shoulders shake and thighs quake

Every muscle gets tight, suffocated by nerves that know not how to react
Confused about what is going on, the crazy weather does not help

No one understands and just compares my pain to theirs
In 70 degree weather if the wind is blowing, I surely carry a sweater

Every restaurant I decide to go in, I pray that I am not frozen to death
While others laugh and enjoy their meal, I quiver in displeasure

Attempting to ignore the signs of my illness and not draw attention to myself
I hate lying EVERY SINGLE DAY about how I feel

Fabricating messages of happiness to attract people to me
Never wanting to shove away those who could possibly help

Ironically, they can only assist me if I am in a "good" mood
Being positive is important to people in higher places

So I am forced to lie in order to please you and gain what is needed
Or I will get it no other way

Bending over to kiss behinds, when I strain to get back into standing regularly
Jokes on me, egos are boosted and mine is walked over

Be humble, don't put your pain on display
It makes others feel comfortable and resembling joy

While I suffer in this glass hell that others put me in
Smiling on dates, when I want to grimace

What man wants to deal with my physical depletion
Mental disparities, when I pause out of necessity

I despise each initial description of what my skin feels like
In detail, giving the steps of my mental and emotional stagnation

It's not my fault, or maybe it is...
I know I did not ask for this, but you treat me as if I did

- D.Y.M. Original

My Position

Who do you think that you are?
You know nothing of me

Base my whole life off a social scene
Miss me with your nonsense

Tired of men claiming control of female minds
Where were you when I was an adolescence?

No damn place to be found
Ashamed of vulnerability that was never yours to hold

Speak my mind and men piss there pants
Tired of this trash

From the beginning of time women are told what to do
I'm tired of that objective

You are nothing and nobody to my independence and self love
Testimonies kept a secret for some bull sh*t family pride

When I needed you, I had none of you guys
Still go behind my back to invite tension in my life

I am over giving a F' about you our your pride
What the F' is blood, shed that liquid

It's only important when you do something HUGE
Still the same outcast used as a scapegoat

Overdue for facts and terrified by the judgement
Lucky for you, that is not my position

My place is known, coming into growth
Time has been passing by

The moment is finally near
Nothing to hear but conflict

Going to break every curse you ever placed on me
No word you say has power over me

Take me to another place, far from this disgrace
Disrupted by the sight of your face

Honestly the thought of your demise makes me smile
That is why I am only a part of the Supreme, and not ever all

- D.Y.M. Original

Damn Sense

Damn these thoughts building up in minds
Unbound and dragged down into turmoil

I know nothing just like before
I am nothing without the Lord

Drilling into this life, gaining no depth
Stuck at a level that is to confusing to understand

There is no fuel to bother fixing this life
Change happens within, but nothing seems different

Gave all my heart, only small parts feel activated
Out of control, never had it to begin with

There must be no point to us going on
I'm trying to get through

Lost in you, in this, entertained by fools surrounding
Not sure if love lasts anymore

Existing in fables centuries old that every princess accepts
Damn! Get out of my head, penetrating my penial

Wishing there was an eraser
Keeping you here is my trouble

Unfortunate that I allow myself to loose all sensibility
No sure if any was around

Compression of each beat, too hard to breathe
Not seeing a point to this universe

Denying that it's about growth
Heart chokes... no voice to declare the truth

-D.Y.M. Original

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Bunch of BS

Speaking in code so no one will figure out your life is a manipulation

Fabrications of live you have never seen or felt

Hundreds of stories under your belt and your running out of length

Speak towards life as though it is meaningless

Arrogance tangled into prideful annoyances

The simplest of breaths you make boil blood with lies of fire

Tormented by memories of victimization

Still you oppress me with your opinion as if it is the only one that matters

Wasted time listening to trash talk, pressured to accept it peacefully

There is no claim to your control levels here

Sanctuary does not encompass your mind

Assuming control over peoples lives when no one called you

Exhausting explanations of views that you assume should matter

Nothing of substance, don't have the time to try

Saying goodbye to incredible crimes against my character

You have no right to define someone whom you nothin of

- D.Y.M. Original