This red tent
The place where my mothers met...

A love heart
Carved on a tree...

I watch from the shadows
Your smiling face, feign...

All those nights
All those lies...

Shit happens
Abandonment...

Run
Run away...

I fall into an inferior condition around you
A state of decay; of deterioration...

Fall, lapse, lessening, perversion,
Ruin, slump, spoiling, vitiation...

This is a poem I wrote for my eighth grade science...
A beautiful star twinkling bright...

Will I ever be the same again
Will I ever get past all these lies...

Now I will tell you
What I've done for you...

You look at me like I'm a freak
Like I'm some kind of 'tard...