I am not the names you call me, my hands shake with anxiety and my mind overthinks rapidly. Sitting by the windowsill, head in the clouds, I pray for an everlasting love - one higher than the ground. Tell me why would you prey on the weakest of them all? Mr I need space but I love you. Like vultures, they swooped down and lifted me up just to drop me. I don't want to hang anywhere or see anyone or live in despair but my heart is colder than ice these days and blood ties are ones who warm it up. My coffee keeps going cold, the remanence of the mess I make wherever I seem to go. Mistreated and discriminated against like the best of them, I know I'll get through this. The darkness hasn't followed me in a while now and all I see is bright lights and a happy future. For everyone. Miss bright side, missus nobody and missus let me figure this one out on my own sort of rebellion. They say karma's a '*****' but I've had my face on for weeks and maybe that's just me.