Damage

Look around the sides
Of the cover your despise
The intent, although misguided
Is lofted high
Figure your own worth
It’s been fed to you since birth
And all the truths you ever wanted
Are kept out of reach
The damage, the damage, the damage has been done
The wreckage, the wasteland, the rest is won
Make the story fit your needs
The writers pay no heed
And all at once, the ink and paper
Is all you breathe
Pinpricks in the weeds
A second of being seen
For what you are, what you’ve always been
And could yet be
The damage, the damage, the damage has been done
The wreckage, the wasteland, the rest is won
The damage, the damage, the damage has been done
The wreckage, the wasteland, the rest is won