Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

worse than you let on
there is confession,
and then there is confession
what good is one without the other
there are things that i will never tell you
you'd look at me differently
you would have reservations
it would never be the same
so i think to myself, am i that despicable
i was young, things got out of hand,
a victim of some sort of generational glitch
a behavioral loop that feeds upon itself
with no outlet, no release
and nobody was watching
no signals or warnings,
no signs posted, just
do it, squelch it, forget about it
and then do it again
in variations, so twisted
so remarkably convoluted
that it seems like something different
when really, it's exactly the same
and, if you're lucky,
you won't even realize it
because realizing it
means absolutely nothing
it changes nothing
he's trickier than that
he'll kick in some freudian shit
symbolic actions that look
like one thing, but in all actuality
mean something quite different,
who wants to sort that deck
when jacks become queens
and hearts, spades
how can you make sense of it
how can you act like everything's ok

Thanks for the poem constantine
it mirrors my thoughts but I could not express it so well.

Freudian shit:
"This picture of a delusion of (mainly moral) inferiority is completed ...." Mourning and Melancholia

house of cards comes tumbling down...nice one dino....

thanks, wire - you too, jack!