Every time I stare into my reflection Blood starts to surface I’m not one to be offended by rejection But the reflection refuses my stance I’d call myself an infection The hairs on my neck start to dance.
I feel like an outcast from the world I'm definitely there But no one seems to care Just because you can’t see me It doesn’t mean i'm not there I'm like the stars in the daylight But you can see me clearly In the dark night Isn’t it ironic the way I express My mind feels blank but at the same time i'm a mess.