I have been shunned
For no longer letting myths
Slip off my tongue
And it makes me angry
Everytime they're proved wrong.

I try to keep my mouth shut.
Focus on biting my lip
And ignore the trickled blood.

When you feel a fire burn inside you,
Getting told your after death fate
For not following rules
Might just be something I'd be used to.

Why would burning to the very end
Be so bad
When heat is always rolling off my skin?

Sometimes I'd rather let it all out
But what's the point when I know
You'll never listen?

I'm just so frustrated
That I will never be able to show you
How I see or feel.
But when you check my forehead you'll feel
There's a fire inside,
And I hope that in the end,
You were never right.