I'll Burn It Out Of You
This is the end of all things familiar, and the beginning of all the things I've waited my whole life for. Yet I've still got to fight... and it's not my battles I'm fighting.
I'm fighting everyone else's battles for them... and they're reaping the rewards of my labor. I've grown accustomed to being the only one taking a stand, and I'm use to being the only one with the balls to take action and stand beside what I say... however I'm growing very tired of fixing everyone else's mistakes.
I'm tired of paying the consequences of YOUR actions.
Yet... if I don't suffer, that suffering falls upon someone else... someone less deserving. Someone innocent.
I stand between your eternal fuck-ups and a child. A child that through no fault of his own is thrown into a world that he can't compete in. A child that through no fault of his own is forced to rely on those around him.
And you... the flesh that crafted him... toss him aside to whatever convenience strikes you. I think the reason that I hold so dearly to him is because, despite his ignorance and naivity of the situation, I know how that feels. I know how it feels to be neglected by the man that was supposed to be your role model.
I resent you for it. Silently. Silently, because while the will to fight and the desire to conflict still burns within my chest, someone else begs my hand to stay. However, even the saints can't keep the crusaders at bay forever... and eventually blood is split over strong beliefs.
I have taken to him as my own, and love him the same, yet everytime I see the excitement in his eyes when you're around, I wonder if he understands how quickly you toss him aside when his handicap becomes too inconvenient for you.
I hate you for that. I hate you more because I'm the one that needs to pick up that slack... and my family begins to suffer for it. While you tear your own apart.
You live your life however you want... like a child with no parental control to show you to the corner for a time-out. And I have to be the responsible adult that picks up after you... at the cost of my own time. My time at work, which then means my family suffers from a lack of income.
Yet you don't care, because it's not your problem.
Well... eventually my patience for you will wane completely. Eventually I will erupt upon you, sit you down, and make you feel the pain and stress that I have had to endure in your stead.
Eventually it will come down to me just making you feel pain. Until I'm satisfied.
.... and I'm a hard person to satisfy.
I'm fighting everyone else's battles for them... and they're reaping the rewards of my labor. I've grown accustomed to being the only one taking a stand, and I'm use to being the only one with the balls to take action and stand beside what I say... however I'm growing very tired of fixing everyone else's mistakes.
I'm tired of paying the consequences of YOUR actions.
Yet... if I don't suffer, that suffering falls upon someone else... someone less deserving. Someone innocent.
I stand between your eternal fuck-ups and a child. A child that through no fault of his own is thrown into a world that he can't compete in. A child that through no fault of his own is forced to rely on those around him.
And you... the flesh that crafted him... toss him aside to whatever convenience strikes you. I think the reason that I hold so dearly to him is because, despite his ignorance and naivity of the situation, I know how that feels. I know how it feels to be neglected by the man that was supposed to be your role model.
I resent you for it. Silently. Silently, because while the will to fight and the desire to conflict still burns within my chest, someone else begs my hand to stay. However, even the saints can't keep the crusaders at bay forever... and eventually blood is split over strong beliefs.
I have taken to him as my own, and love him the same, yet everytime I see the excitement in his eyes when you're around, I wonder if he understands how quickly you toss him aside when his handicap becomes too inconvenient for you.
I hate you for that. I hate you more because I'm the one that needs to pick up that slack... and my family begins to suffer for it. While you tear your own apart.
You live your life however you want... like a child with no parental control to show you to the corner for a time-out. And I have to be the responsible adult that picks up after you... at the cost of my own time. My time at work, which then means my family suffers from a lack of income.
Yet you don't care, because it's not your problem.
Well... eventually my patience for you will wane completely. Eventually I will erupt upon you, sit you down, and make you feel the pain and stress that I have had to endure in your stead.
Eventually it will come down to me just making you feel pain. Until I'm satisfied.
.... and I'm a hard person to satisfy.