Just enough to take the fall when it suits you?
Too crazy to testify if it hurts you.
Too crazy to make it.
Just enough to get nothing for trying.
What is it anyway?
Just a thing you call people when it suits you?
People that exist for you to use.
In between the seen and unseen.
You mold who we appear to be.
As it suits you.
Always right.
Always wrong.
Black and white.
But you switched it all along.
We saw too much.
We felt too much.
We hurt too much.
Just not enough.
Laughs and Lobotomies 