There have been a lot of things
That I have never said out loud.
They're always inside my head
In the deepest pit of my psyche
I know that it has happened
All these nasty things in my past
But there will always be a part of me
Agonizing and living like it's never there
It's one of the reasons why I deprive myself
Of love, affection and all things sugary and nice
Eventually you'll look at me as a really malefic entity
Though I won't exude that pathetic demonic kind of stare
I'm aware that we rarely have saviours who will be ready
To pull us out of intense and jarring gladiator self-fights
Can I just say **** all these lessons for compassion?
They're never kind to us, so why should we be?
Always I think it should be an eye for an eye
Because it's a rather fitting punishment
Should I not get the peace I'd need?
Give me a break here, oh please.
I never did anything, so why me?
These people around us are pigs.
They're all animals of opportunity.
These eyes will never trust again.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
There have been a lot of things
That I have never said out loud.
They're always inside my head
In the deepest pit of my psyche
I know that it has happened
All these nasty things in my past
But there will always be a part of me
Agonizing and living like it's never there
It's one of the reasons why I deprive myself
Of love, affection and all things sugary and nice
Eventually you'll look at me as a really malefic entity
Though I won't exude that pathetic demonic kind of stare
I'm aware that we rarely have saviours who will be ready
To pull us out of intense and jarring gladiator self-fights
Can I just say **** all these lessons for compassion?
They're never kind to us, so why should we be?
Always I think it should be an eye for an eye
Because it's a rather fitting punishment
Should I not get the peace I'd need?
Give me a break here, oh please.
I never did anything, so why me?
These people around us are pigs.
They're all animals of opportunity.
These eyes will never trust again.
