Thorn





I got this thorn in my side, I try, but I can't get it out,

Been killing me for years gone by, a miserable, painful bout,

No matter how hard and long I try to rip at it, it stays,

Buried deep inside my side enduring, every day.



Thorn in my side.



I've picked the scab, a trying way, a painful means to amend,

Rid myself from the anguish, torment that I must end,

I've lived this way for years but now I gotta move on,

An oozing sore needs tending to just like the thorn I adorn.



Misused, abused, accused, confused,

I'm sick and tired of backwards views, my soul's too tired,

All black and bruised.