My head is all muddled up with fears from the past.
Screams that in silence burn.
Hold steadfast to dreams
You, its creator
A pulverizing sadness, A madness that spreads, A plastic smile.
The failure that preaches to the empty and soulless. The torn and the poor, The rags from above.
You were privileged and accepted While everyone’s back turned against me You had warmth and support While i became cold and disdainful. You don’t get to dictate my life just because i don’t fit into your perfect one. The screwup never asked to be your burden so shake off all pretense from your shoulders.