I Am All Grown Up.

Feels like one life inside of another.
I embody you. Who embodies me? 
Sometimes I’d rather just disappear
That way none of you’d have to hear
Me ringing melodiously
The worst news ever

Clothed in tattered
Broken America
The enemy
Is lying
Clothed in blasphemy
Our old enemy 
Beat us with
Apathy
Our own Apathy.