Blood pours, it hurts my eyes In the darkness, I cannot see It burns the fear, but anger remains Takes hold, I cannot control I see your face, it's blurred red The smell, that sweet sick smell Of metal and tears and pain I want to cry, but the anger I feel Grows bigger, the darkness forms Your heart, it's poison buried deep Twisted and insecure, ugly inside and out If you could love, I'd try to understand But you will always be afraid You'll never be me, you'll never win And neither will I, if I feel anger My soul forever scarred, like my dreams Thank you for showing me, how not to be.
Who are you to worm your way into my life? Who are you to stick your nose into my business? Who are you to scar me with your knife? Who are you to laugh at my skins thinness?
Why are you so incredibly invasive? Why are you so undeniably malicious? Why are you so desperate to be hated? Why are you so harshly vicious?
Who am I to be unreasonably attacked? Who am I to be relentlessly victimized? Who am I to have my foundation cracked? Who am I to have to be the only one civilized?
Why am I forced to still deal with your immaturity? Why am I still having to defend myself against your blows? Why am I being attacked because of your insecurity? Why am I dealing with these questions I've posed?