You scar, for fun
Administering poison
Stomping your feet like a child,
Mind games to leave them lying on the kitchen floor,
Pieces of mind and heart shattered
On the walls, a red spray of pain
You're sick and suffering is your exultation, triumph
You revel in it
You smile that toothy, evil grin
Eyes flashing self satisfaction
What you don't know is,
When eyes are opened,
And you are seen through and through
You will be left in the dust
Where your sickness belongs