That Same Old Empty Feeling

-That Same Old Empty Feeling-
by Keaton Foster



Wicked
Wild
Thriving
That same old empty feeling
Inside this mind
Swishing around
Behind these hollow eyes
All of it based upon lies
I don’t know the truth
All that I know
Is what I’ve said
All that I’ve ever confessed
God above must differentiate
The devil deep down below
Does indeed claim
Ownage of this very soul
Wicked always is the child
Born out of turn
Such a tragic mistake
Continually happening
An unintended bastard
With no parents to call his own
Shuffled between many homes
Some quite loving
Others quite terrifying
Never once understood
Every report written upon his behalf
Said the same damning things
This child is broken
Unable to be fixed
This child is wicked
He should have never been born
His life is a waste
A yet to be written off mistake
He should be moved on
To another home run by strangers
Just at the off chance
That some kind of a difference could lead
To the salvation so desperately needed
Wicked
Wild
Thriving
That same old empty feeling
Inside this mind
Swishing around
Behind these hollow eyes
All of it based upon lies
I don’t know the truth
All that I know is the lies
The ones so easily told
The ones so easily owned
Many believe all that I’m not
While I myself know
What exactly it is that I am
That same old empty feeling
Is my everything
All that I can claim as mine
The family to this life
The parent to all of my strife
The God of my every right
In this place I don’t belong
I was not meant to be
Sad, I’m sure it may seem…





That Same Old Empty Feeling
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.