I seem to surround myself,
With the people I hate,
I absorb all the insults,
And adopt them as truth,
As I rot away with nothing.
You wonder why I act the way I do,
But you won't listen to what I say,
And when you do, you conceive me as nothing,
Because I'm not important enough,
Because you don't want me around anymore.
Sometimes when I try to help,
I'll slip up, and everyone sees,
Then they start to criticize me,
So I'm never aloud to forget,
So I'm never really going to be free.
I keep trying to run from this,
But wherever I go I face unacceptantace,
So I find myself changing,
And I'm accepted but disliked by most,
And I learned I'll never get out.
I've built up walls to never let anyone in,
So no one is trusted and all are hated,
So I have only a memory of life,
And I have all resentment held in,
So now I'll never be complete.
