Yes, I’m the one in the corner,
staring at my shoes
and pulling out my hair.
Which one of your faces do I voice?
There’s too many to choose my choice.
You call me a creep
and burp your bitch behind me.
but I guess that’s the nature
of the misunderstood.
I’m not that dumb you know,
just because I don’t carry on like you do
and do the things you do.
I’m not as weak
as you may think,
that stick you use to wound me
is merely my food, honey.
And while I’m on the subject
if you think you can shrink me
again your wrong,
the kicks you give only make me strong.
I like thing black,
what’s wrong with that?
I’d rather live in my madness
than your Disney World.
So you can leave me in my daydream
and I’ll leave you with your ego
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