Lullabies

Feeling like a clown around old friends
 Tending to be giddy and not mature
 Better when suppressing my natural bent
 And ugly when I'm straying from my better character
 They're whispering softly to me
 the angels and poets watching me
 Calming my fears and my woes
 for stressing the paths that I have chosen
 Secret pains will eat your whole alive
 The ones you'll certainly bottle up forever
 Festering inside until you die
 No purging this decay outside confession
 They're whispering softly to me
 advisors from my own reasoning
 Warning that these are dire straits
 hurry, prescriptions should be placed
 I can look into my rectitude and see darkness
 the anger from the sadness from the trials
 that started with love
 The guiding voice that keeps my pace alive is singing lullabies
 It's quiet- not a peep
 It's sent the kid to sleep
 long enough I find
 that it keeps my spirits charged with lullabies
 I can look into my solitude and see confusion
 the boredom from the excitement from finding my niche
 that started with love