Napkin notes

Pills to swallow
Rules to follow
Where do we go for fun
Rules in the way
Pills to go astray
Life
It is all alone

Conflicting words
Done what you could
So to be heard.
Only to be,
Pushed into silence away.
From what you thought,
Was right
And never so alone,
When always seeming like,
Forever.

Seeing the signs,
The overs and dones,
The ones ignoring 

Since fitting in

Never served it well.
To not rock the boat
off some distant shore.

Try to survive,
The wickedness,
That's on the inside.
Those eyes show nothing,
The blank, maybe in,
Once in a while.
All to be blown away
By anger,
That goes forth into space,

Green pastures of the dark,

Emptiness space of gray.