To Cry Out What right have I To complain and cry On the bed which I lie With every thought I deny All the gushing breathes and then sigh
What right do I have With my journal on my calve Being divided into a halve With writing being my only salve
What right do I get To go and throw this fit And hate myself with every bit Then feel like complete shit Has my flame not been lit
What right this time As I go and write a terrible rhyme Hearing the bells chime My head being covered with grime And feeling as though I’ve committed a crime
What right has passed me by With the dark thoughts I ally Desiring to go out and fly But I can’t even try As I stare at the sky With nothing on standby Hoping one day I’ll untie This pitiful outcry