Swept Under

Swept Under
By
Michael McCallum Jr.

I feel my pain
I mask my pain
I crave the pain
You can’t have my pain

Split down the middle
And I am two parts shame
Write the recipe for life
Calls for too much pain
Accepting the label
Given to those who blame
Compete with a mirror
For those who are vain

Seemingly easy, dizzy and queasy
Running for cover and covered in sleazy
Take what you came for, no room for the weak
Break me again and you’ll see all of me

There’s a little piece of heaven in every storm cloud, just past the thunder and the rolling loud
Sent to me and far away from now
To feel my pain, you must search out
Try committing the sins and feeling proud

Split down the middle
And I am two parts shame
Writing the recipe for life
Calls for too much pain
Accepting the medal
Given to those who blame
Compete with a mirror
For those who are vain

Can’t you, won’t you
Just hold on a little tighter
Can’t you, won’t you
Make my life a little brighter
I know you, own you
If only for the day
Can’t you, won’t you
Surrender to the game
Can’t you, won’t you
Surrender, don’t delay
Can’t you, won’t you
Swept under is my thing
Swept under to this day