Pseudo or jaded...
Everyone I come in contact with is degraded
No fresh starts, baggage in each hand
How can I start where someone has brand
Cutting into their flesh, a maimed label upon their skin
Revealing to all others, the uninviting of their kin
A marvelous creation, ruined by tainted fools
Who don't appreciate how to communicate
They just suffocate and constrict the worthy
Of their deserving, and now we're left silently observing