So what do you think of me? You think I don't try? well I try oh my god do I try do I cry always lie, you think I'm reclusive elusive aloof and kloof You think I like it that way, solitude every day, think I don't care to talk or catchup to you and walk you think there's a reason I don't and haven't socialized, well It's because I'm being terrorized. You can't see it not from where you sit step in my shoes feel what it's like to lose see the earth on fire trapped on a spire a hero holding arms out too petrified to jump or shout, you know where safety lies but black rain falls from black skies and you're not sure if those arms are for you or another in need of rescue too. So hear what it's like with nowhere to hike overcome by a thousand eternal flame that make you think you're to blame that you feel this way because you set the fire it got out of control only growing higher, you feel ostracised and unwanted, hated ugly and shameful and jaunted. You live in fear it's all your fault, growth maturity and experiences put on halt, post traumatic stress a scared, shameful child and nothing less.
So what do you think of me? think I don't try I don't care nothing behind my blank stare, well there's everything behind these eyes; apocalypse covered in flies bruises and scars heart to the stars a longing shiver pristine liver paranoia and neglect depression can't forget a pig reflect insignificant insect -So what do you think of me, look and tell me what you see, and for you I can guarantee, nothing is as it should be.