People don't like how I look
I'm just labeled another book
A book with pages of memories
The one with crazed fantasies
All those who taunt my style
Deserve their bodies to burned and stacked in piles
But I wander around, here and there
Still People look at me with a hated stare
A walk in a park, I sit on a bench
Then I wonder what is that horrible stench?
It was a little brat who was with his family
He looks up and says "mommy, that man makes me pee"
As I stand up, I look at my hands
Now I know there are plans
I look at everyone with my hook and knife
Realizing now its time to start my life
Walking back home with blood stains
Wishing that it will rain
It will bring me even more joy
I smile and laugh, "people are now my toy"
