Im in a prison they watch my every move and find the tiniest of things to punish me for. Stuck under the spotlight  my wars are merely pushed aside as if they were nothing. But do they know i wear my scars proudly, for i was the one going through hell while they sat back and enjoyed their lives. They push and they poke as if im an animal stuck in a cage on display for everyones entertainment. Her voice echoes inside my mind ricocheting, reverbarating against the walls of my sanity. This is all an obsession, right? I simply sat in my room for days clenching a razorblade because im obsessed. It didnt have anything to do with im addicted right? It had nothing to do with the fact i played russian roulette with my life   every time i was alone. Far too many times am i simply pushed in the background to become invisible and only my acheivements brought up when the game of "my childs better than yours"begins. No ones proud of who i am as a person, no ones proud that i havent put another scar across this hollowed body. Im t0aken for granted because they know ill be here tomorrow. But what if i change up the cycle and disappear, will they finally see me then. Or will the statement "youre just another bill to pay" ring true