Red Tape

Why do people suffer for no reason at all

I try to pull myself up but I always fall

Right back into this pit I can't escape

Tangled up in all of the red tape

I need a pair of scissors to start cutting

But I am stuck down here with nothing

My teeth aren't sharp enough to chew through

Nobody lends a hand, not even you

 

I feel like there is no way out

Until the day I die

And when that day comes

I bet no one will cry

They'll put me under mounds of dirt

Red tape still stuck to my shirt

 

All I really need is some relief from all my pain

Physical and mental, both driving me insane

Society used me as a martyr

Just so others could make it farther

A stepping stone for all the rest

Never gonna be the best

Just the one who always suffers

For the sake of helping others

 

I feel like there is no way out

Until the day I die

And when that day comes

I bet no one will cry

They'll put me under mounds of dirt

Red tape still stuck to my shirt

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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