there’s something deep inside my core,
It makes me sick – i can’t ignore.
It claws my chest, i try to flee,
but It won’t die – It lives in me.

he whispered, “you’re poison, the venom, the blight,”
and maybe he’s cruel… or maybe he’s right.

i saw the devil in your face,
you looked at me and saw the sins,
not mine though, they were yours,
you carved them deep into my skin.

you raged at peace you couldn’t find,
you caged my voice to silence me,
but all the torment in your mind
was just the chains you’d thrown on me.

you hated how i learned to stay,
to breathe in storms, to sleep through pain,
so every night you’d make me pay
for calmness you could not contain.