Weighed Down - Hostage Calm

The things they celebrate,

I tried to just escape

In the wake — THE WAKE

Of old friend’s assimilations

Followed by condemnation of me

I sank so deep

I nearly drowned

Weighed down

I’ve seen the magazines, the pretty and the clean

It’s obscene

We’re staring at their sun

But we still can’t see the light

1, 2, 3, 4, OH!

Caught confusing acceptance for success

When we live to be like them, we just end up with less

And if this means we have to start clean

It won’t weigh me down

WEIGH ME DOWN

I stood and stared

I stood and stared

I stood and stared…

At the mirror instead of the screen

And ran away to the rhythm

Of the sound that set me free.

Standing toe to toe