Knife

You can't tell me what to write.
Not when, night after night,
You give up and hunt down a knife.
What gives you the right
To be an angel in flight?
You were a sinner born into this life
Just like the rest of us,
Yet you make such a fuss
The rest of us struggle from day to day,
Born into sin if we believe in the Fall,
So what makes you better than us all?
You're an angel because you don't get your own way?

So shut up with your noise,
Regain inner poise,
You're only cutting to create some attention.
You make other people suffer,
Instead of supporting each other,
Or was that your starting intention?