He calls me humble
Thanks me for it
Ha! If he knew
He wouldn't have said it

I'm not humble
I'm actually far from it
I beat myself up
To hide each secret

I lay low only to survive
I'm always alone in the night
No one can see me there
I avoid all light

If he knew of the endless dark
That my heart is always in
Touched sometimes by the sun
Only to die again within

He wouldn't call me humble
He'd think me a freak
Psycopathic tendencies
A secret violent streak

I delight in pain- I love to bleed
I get high when I'm cutting
I desire and I want more
I call it window shutting

Yes if he knew he'd be gone
Without even a single goodbye
I wouldn't even be surprised
Because people leave me all the time

He calls me humble, who the hell is he
This man who is blind to me
A teacher who doesn't even know
He obviously cannot see

And he will never know the secrets
He will never know my mind
This warped sociopathic addicted mess
From experience I know well how to hide

I am glad he doesn't know
I am glad he cannot discern
I am glad I only see him once a year
And his friendship never earn

And after I am free to fly
And spread my broken wings
I will never see him or anyone else again
There will be less people to hurt- only me.