Teeny voices,
whisper ear to ear...

It can hurt inside,
with the feeling so cold...

Tiny little legs,
and small little nails...

Hatred cradles this world,
insanity making it spin...

Low self esteem,
from the people that called me names...

Some people say it's just noise,
screams and strangely pitched instruments...

In this wide world,
of geniuses...

Oh boy,
your on the top...

I get to my goal,
and life gets better...

Those who think they are of the eye...
The translucent shudder on the walls...

A hole in a diamond
my diamond...

Running past the demons of frustration,
floating above unneeded tears...