All of this confusion...
I'm trembling inside.
And with each new delima
another tear I've cried.
The words from all the people..
the lies from all the friends..
Just one before another
It just wont seem to end.
The hatred thrown against me
combined with gnawing guilt,
stare deep into my eyes
and see the world it's built.
Each memory keeps playing
a steady lullaby.
Each moment that arrises
can tell you why i cry.
Am i this evil person..
the one they say I am?
Are all the things they've told me
uncovering a sham?
Each question leads to wonders,
each wonder leads to doubts,
and with each doubt I'm given,
a certainty shuts out.
The looks that I've been given,
they give it all away.
I know just what they're thinking
before they even say.
"You're nothing near perfection,
you're worthless in my eyes.
Go do us all a favor
and grant us your demise."
Each word they say is scarring,
each lie they tell is pain,
each moment that i hate myself,
a victory they gain.
If you all love to sit there
and watch me as i drown
then you go right ahead
and stare at me and frown.
No longer will your comments,
your hatred and your lies,
no longer will they chose
just who i am inside.
I know each of my faults
I know them each by heart,
because of my mistakes
I'm going to restart.
And if you still insist
to cast your fatal spell
then you can take your words
and you can go to hell.
((Copyrighted))
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