Fire surrounds us, but only I burn. Pain fills my heart-When will I learn? Who can fathom what's inside my heart? Want me to explain?-Where should I start? I hurt all those inside my home; I want to be just skin and bone; I hate my face and my body, too; I hate anything that is very true. I don't deserve all that I own; I wish I could be somewhat known. For now I will wait...for now I will see. For now I will burn because I'm nothing but me...
