This is a message from the past and makes me feel surpassed
I am obligated and feeling under pressure to make things right
Trying to lift myself up and gain new sight
I should have known better and I should have done better
By the time I say this to myself it hits like a hammer
The words continue to go on in a festive yammer
Circling around keeping me in an emotional stammer
I know I should but it doesn’t feel good
Who is this should?
What is this should?
Why is this should?
How do I do should?
The voice of should commands me to morn
Put the dummy cap on and accept the scorn
So this is who you are keeping me in pieces and torn
One of control, repent and a dark faceless scowl
I think you must leave and be quiet don’t howl
You pretend to be big but you are actually very small
I admire your strength and your disguise of tall
The sprinkle of could just washes you away
I am quite excited to find it was so easy in play
To know what I have been, was, said and done
Just a myth of battles that can never be won
Could is the bridge the one that is stable
Sturdy and strong showing I am able
So I stand in I can and wave goodbye
Embracing this yes I can and I will try.