Crooked Nostalgia
Nothing makes sense anymore However I don’t think it ever really did Looking back and dragging myself forward All with the force of my own mind Numb to the present Sunk into the past Did I ever really have a time that was really “good”? Or was it always this bad Has it always been this bad? How is it I feel so blinded by the present That I prefer the suffering of the past Maybe it’s just the fact I acclimated to the suffering Like a frog in a pot slow to boil Am I blissfully unaware that I’ve always been on fire? Or is it simply that I lost the fight, yet stand for another beating through clenched and bloody teeth? Have I ever really fought Or have I been lucky Everyone tells me I’m so strong But I don’t feel strong I don’t feel brave I don’t feel like a success story I feel like somehow some way I was tragically lucky Forced to stay alive to continually endure the beatings What have I ever really done Besides to be the poster child of lessons written in the mind of Ae...