It's silent
Cold even though it's summer
It seems forbidden
To be any happier.
The tense atmosphere
The erased and redrawn smile on your  face hurts
Though I did not erase nor drew it
I have no idea where else I could lurk
No idea of what I can eat.
I feel so alone yet protected
It'a shame what I became
Myself, the protection of the family's soul
Myself, the destruction  of it all.
I, the petting child
I, the pathological liar.
I am alone, yet I want to be lonelier
I am sickened, yet I was never better.