Blindfolded

They
say
there’s
someone
for
everyone

But
how
can
that
possibly
be?

I’m
surprised
anyone
can
find
anyone

Trapped
in
this
insanity

Mixed Race

I did
everything
I could
to fit in

But yet
I was
still an
outcast

Neither
side
understood
me

The gulf
between
the two
too vast

Hurry Up

How
much
longer
will this
take?

How
many
choices
must I
make?

Before
I finally
get
what
I want

And you
stop
being
such a
cunt

Optimism

If I
had
any
more

I’d
give
some
to you

But I
only
have
enough

To
get
myself
through

This
bullshit
they call
life

On This Street

One woman cries at the kitchen sink

One man pours himself another drink

One woman sits in her bedroom binge eating

One man gives another a beating

One man rocks himself to sleep

One woman prays the lord her soul to keep

One man paces going quietly mad

One woman realises she’s been had

One man cries for the loss of his wife

One woman downs pills to end her life

They all know, deep down, their lives are shit

But, on this street, they are powerless to change it