Meet Your Maker

Why? Cripple the only pride I have left?
Why? All the names you called, I can`t forget.
Whisper lies, and suspicions about me when I have my back turned.
I can`t believe all the names I had heard.
Treachery, deceit, the names you called me, have returned.
No shield to hide behind, no confidence to reply.
Dare not to try, don`t you just love seeing me cry?
Taking time out of your life, to call me such things, you should think twice.
You should know, it`s not to wise, to anger someone like me.
Did you know? When I return home, my resentment grows more.
You say I`m possessed by the devil himself.
You say I`m a freak, but thats what you turned me into.
If only you knew, all that I have went through.
And all I have done, and I know, that if you knew you would run.
Then I would have all of the fun, of hunting you down.
It would be my turn for a round, all hate unbound.
Want to meet your maker? Just turn around.