Comin’ out of my cage and I’ve been doin’ just fine

(A poem inspired by The Killers song titles)

When You Were Young, a Human heart,
Feeling like a Mr. Brightside, torn apart.
Hiding pain behind a Smile Like You Mean It,
But inside, shadows fight, and you don’t feel it.

In The Dustland Fairytale of the mind,
Read My Mind, you’ll see what’s left behind.
Runaways from thoughts that always chase,
Somebody Told Me it’s okay to face.

Battle Born to survive and rise,
But sometimes the world feeds us lies.
Spaceman thoughts drift far away,
In the quiet, we hope for brighter days.

But All These Things That I’ve Done, you see,
Aren’t just scars—they’re parts of me.
So Don’t Shoot Me Santa when I cry,
Because it’s tough sometimes, to just get by.

But For Reasons Unknown, I will stand tall,
Through The Man and the weight of it all.
There’s a fight in my soul, it’s not always clear,
But I’ll keep going, even through the fear.