I get out. From the alleyways and rainy streets. I get out.
The walls of fear closed inside of me, but I get out. You can no longer chain my feet, because I fall to my knee’s, I get out.
The pity party was a one-way invitation to allow misery to wallow inside of me. I’m getting out!
My oppression became an obsession, with repeated debilitating lessons. The imagery injected emotions never reflected. I undervalued what I appreciated.
My heart went through recession. I need a bail-out!
God I needed you most when I shut off your power and turned the lights down.
The psychological tape enclosed me, the words only I could see. The loudspeaker of immaturity shouted my insanity. I had to pray my way out of a lurid dream.
I got caught up in what lies beneath. Superficial layers ran deep and blunted my reality. I kept quiet far too long.
My mind silenced my wrong to wrong’s. My thoughts couldn’t get out.
I accepted what God rejected. I neglected promises I previously accepted. I couldn’t learn from God because mistakes became my blessing. I choose to listen to my message.
The dark reality became a desperate collection of unwavering worry and fear. I felt neglected.
The light of my soul flickered as I remained in pieces. Am I whole?
I went from powerful, to offensive. Belligerent words left me careless and reckless!
The words of my mouth began to play a subliminal message.
“ Popularity is the way. My new message. I wanna be accepted!”
I blinded my eyes by turning to deception. Through love’s light I learned what God has already accepted.
The heart of a man psychologically locked down by putrid scenes. God, thank you!
I’m me with imperfections. I’m no longer a growing insecurity!