Breaking the Illusion

At times you sit

In the darkness wondering,

What is it that I’m hearing?

What is it that I’m seeing?

Is this a vision,

is this a message

that I’m meant to be receiving?

While I sit and wonder

Can anyone else

Hear these words

That are echoing in my head,

Or see the epiphanies

Dancing, shaking,

Falling before my eyes?

Do you see what I see?

Do you hear what I hear?

These voices swarming

Inside my head,

Thoughts that are mangled,

Or incomplete,

Screaming for attention,

To be heard,

To be seen,

To be shaped and moulded

And put into a message

To give to someone else.

To give to those

in need of answers.

To give to those of

You who can’t see

what’s in front of you!

Where you see peace,

I see destruction.

Where you see fun,

I see self-harm

Much more violent

than hidden acts

in your room when

you feel nothing at all

and much more damaging

than a sharpened blade.

It’s standing in front

Of you screaming

In your face,

Wake up and see

All The damage that

you’re doing,

not just to yourself,

but to all those

around you.

Your way of life,

A constant pursuit of joy,

In vain as you’ll

Never find it where

You like to look.

Open your eyes and

Picture it if you can,

An endless cycle

That you don’t want

To escape from,

Trapped like the line

Forming the edge of

a circle,

destined to go round

till you’re as long

as a piece of string.

Do you see an end?

Do you see a goal?

Why even bother

If week in week out,

You do the same thing.

Make money,

Spend it.

Labour for money,

Throw it away.

Painstakingly earn

A handful of pennies

Just to fund another lap

Around you’re closed

Circuit track.

Take heed and notice

Before it’s too late.

Listen to the voices.

Accept what you see.

Change your ways

Before you drag everyone else

Who’s following Your lead

To their own dark room

And leave them there

To find the light

Switch for themselves.

Look closely now

At what’s in front of you.

Look past the illusion

Presented by those

Who are also misguided.

Listen to that voice

Speaking inside your head

And now tell me

If you see what I see.

Drunken Misperception

Staggering around

With a drink in your hand,

Thinking you’re really cool

Because it’s your seventh drink tonight.

You’re at the point

Where your speech is slurred

And you feel you could do anything.

 

Stop just a minute

And take a look at yourself.

You’re a blind drunk staggering,

Stammering idiot

With a lot less brain cells

Than you had back in year eight.

You’re not cool,

You’re just plain stupid.

Is it really worth going somewhere,

Drinking some alcohol and ending up

Being the laughing stock of the night?

Don’t kid yourself.

You don’t need to drink to have fun

Or better yet

You don’t even have to drink at all.

 

Just because everyone else is doing it,

Doesn’t mean that

It’s the cool thing to do.

Bottom line,

There’s no real point in it at all.

We shouldn’t be drinking

Just to fit in,

Or getting drunk because

It’s supposedly fun.

What’s fun about having a hang over

The next morning,

Feeling like trash just so you can

Act like a clown

And damage your brain even further?

 

Ridiculous!

We hear of alcohol fuelled violence

And many stupid acts

That were committed

Whilst the committer

Of those actions was highly intoxicated.

 

Stop just a minute,

And think about your life.

Is it really worth wasting your money

So you can be a court jester,

Or so you can feel a slight buzz?

Think of all that you could do instead

And how much more respect

That people would have for you

If you didn’t drink at all

Or at least didn’t get drunk

At nearly every party.

 

Think about your actions

Before you end up doing something

That you will haunt you

For the rest of your life.