Hyper Ballad

I don't need to to find a rhythm and beat/ And a melody in everything I write, sing/

Dance, talk, or hear 

Have longed long for time to be/

Anywhere but here/

So I can disappear/

And only to reappear when it matters/

To be resolute and abundantly clear/

My mind has long, longed for clarity/

And I want my mental faculties/ 

To be strong/ 

I wonder if I'm just bored/

Of correct and right and wrong/

I continue to sing a song/

One of humiliation and neglect/

Regret and hurt/

Hatred and Heavenly delight/

Passion and ultimately about life/

I'm a little insecure about my work/

I have long forgotten to tell my story/

I can't only emote about my life/ 

And my interest in interests/ 

Interestingly enough I'm withdrawn/

I could share more/

But I'm sure it would be boring/

Everything I do- I construct/

Almost like a song/

And I don't know if it would be correct/

I'm bored of the concept of right/

And wrong/

I rarely get upset anymore/

I grown far past the feeling/

I'm living life/ 

And for now I'm just revealing/

Another layer/

Another skin/

Another flesh/

Another time/ 

Another moment/

Or fleeting second of a minute/

In this hyper ballad of melancholy/

And sorted story of my life/

When I am discovered/

And/ or long forgotten/

I would of said that I have held/

On to the past for far too long/

I would have been a pest/

A filthy ant/

A dirty queen/

I wouldn't have let my feelings rest/

And now I should be sleeping....