Freak of the week

They laugh. they stare. and point with a sense of cede

only to make my broken heart continue to bleed.

they make fun and they joke.
and they think they have won

but they haven't the clue that my rage is coming undone.

but they keep on going and my anger is hit.

but too bad for them my
fire is lit.

They think its fun and games and think no harm is done

but they'll soon see that they made a mistake

when they start to disappear one by one.

You see they make fun and they joke.

they think they have won.

but what they don't realize is that MY game has just begun.

see this is my lullaby to hear those bastards shriek.

this is MY story.

the freak of the week.