falling down again
my heart starts racing
running from those who feel it is their right to stab at it
with their 8 bladed knives
ripping, tearing, defiling
the very existence of my soul

there goes my purity that I've tried to long to keep
for i have been told to, in order to keep the rest of the population at bay
gnawing at steel chains isn't the way to be, but one can't complain when
they are held
prisoner by the very things that keep him alive
cut off your life support or live in a world so hard and cruel to others
i don't understand why i think mine is so horrible since people will kill to
have my life
why am i such a miserable wretch?
retch away the dirtiness
fly into madness
that is where i am going
though my wings are clipped and its hard to fly

maybe that's why this road has been so bumpy
it explains why inner bruisings are coming to a head.
bursting my skin for the whole world to see
trying to shield myself from this melee
i would cause if they all stopped and stares
no no no i don't want y'all to be aware of my inner demons
but at the same time i shout look at me, look at this freak on which your
eyes pore
no i'm not like you. some of us have to be different and unfortunately i
have been given this
burden
such a Sisyphian task, except the boulder rolls back on me, crushing me as
flat than my
emotions as it tumbles down the mountain, back into the deeper depths of
the hell in
which I reside

One day hopefully I shall be crushed by this boulder and arise no more.