By Arcassin Burnham

Staring through the soul of a static t.v,
Electrical goosebumps,
Flowing up my skin,
With the poverty and different colors,
Hate crimes and disguised Satans,
Generous parents that spoil the rich kids,
Growing up ******* off everyone,
So so,
The World has full of secrets,
All we need is a chamber,
References ****,
And so is my luck,
And everybody else around doesn't give a ****,
Remind me of how many times you've been lied to?
But I swear your just waiting for me to give it up,
Moving on to better things when the time is due,
And what I do , is what the anxiety does,
And when its all done and word gets to you,
Again the worlds full of secrets , don't pend this on us.