Ant Smith

All poems

I'm laying down some roots

I've been leaving dusty tracks down far too many ancient streets
I've spent my life a growling at people that I sometimes meet
If I give them chance to hate, hate the man I seem to be
Then I won't have to reconcile I've been damaged for awhile

Hatred of the self
Is a poison everyday
The trouble with abuse is
It never goes away

I've been blowing in the wind and tossing on the frothing sea
I've been treating people like, people were just plates of meat
Treat them like my punching bag, it's no wonder they won't play
I don't have to care about, the rules of the crying game

Hatred of the self
Is a poison everyday
The trouble with abuse is
It never goes away

I'd never felt a pair of arms wrapped so tightly around me
Never felt a golden heart soothe me with its soothing beat
Never understood that love, love was more than just a pain
Hope to god that I get to, a nirvana once again

Hatred of the self
Is a poison everyday
The trouble with abuse is
It never goes away

I'm laying down some roots it seems, acting like I'm normal
Trying not to self abuse, or reflect that upon you
It's almost like my steely cage wants to melt, to melt away
It's almost like I want to say, I've got friends and that's okay

Hatred of the self
It seems can dissipate
That trouble with abuse is
All my yesterdays

It's almost like I want to say, I've got friends and that's okay