Tell Me

Tell me,

Tell me it's okay.

Wrap me up in your arms,

And tell me it's okay.

Not that it's going to be,

But that it is.

Don't wrap me up,

In a false sense of security.

Don't gain my trust,

Or even my respect.

If you're going to lie.

Especially now, directly to me.

I don't want your bullshit,

Nor do I want your pity.

I want the truth,

The cold hard truth.

The one that you seem to,

No, purposely ignore.

In favour of a crown,

Upon a throne

Devised purely of lies.

From which you claim,

To shelter us, shelter me

From the horrors of reality.

The reality that you made.

And one that

You wish to keep,

And maintain at any cost.

Even if that means enslaving us,

Enslaving me.

To do your dirty work.

Tell me that it's okay.

Don't butter me up,

Say you respect me.

Then disrespect me,

Behind my back, to your peers.

Look me in the eye,

And say it to my face.

I told you,

I want the truth.

Scratch that, I need it.

I don't want you to pretend,

Pretend that you care.

Especially when I know you don't.

Don't act like you care,

Then run off somewhere.

Off the face of the earth,

Leaving us with all your problems.

That you.

Were too blind and too ignorant,

To deal with.

Don't leave us.

Especially in the middle,

Of the mess that You created.

Sure, it wasn't just you.

But you could've at least

Told us, told me.

That you needed help,

We would have.

But now with no plan A, B, or C.

We are trying,

To salvage what's left.

So tell me,

Tell me that it's okay.

Wrap me up in your arms,

And tell me that it's okay.

Not that it's going to be,

But that it is.