Life is full of lies
We lie to become what we idealize...
Hands raised in the air,
together we stand for whats fair...
I slip into my second skin
Deft brush strokes...
Counting the lines on my wall,
Thinking about how life could be...
A girl's life was ripped away
By a psycho with a knife...
Down in the dark dirty streets lays a man,
Afraid of himself with no one to lend a hand...
[[Why do we turn a deaf ear
to those who are hurt...
Making a scene is not difficult at all for me,
I thrive on attention positive or negative...
Another day has passed by
But the cloud is still crying...
The soft noise of the cars outside my window
at 4 AM is just enough to keep me awake...
Don't demand.
Do not force me...
I am treated differently
I notice every day...