those who sing with their souls exposed, for they are free to hate the world... screaming their anguish in a melody that rips through deafened hearts, letting their tears flow in harmony with words of despair...
I envy them
for they are heard, emphatized by others who have lost their identity and found them in a song that screams for help disguised in hatred...
I envy them because
they are appreciated, as every tune is felt...
they are loved, as the song reaches its final beat...
they are remembered, as they echo through the very being of those who are touched