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You called me strange

You said I was deranged.

Don’t you see what your words do to me?

They twist my insides; make me feel pain, why can’t you see?



Now the outside of the world rains with tears.

But not one is shed for me or my fears.

Yet I stand in this torrent of torment.

And quickly it’s sinking into me like cement.



Heaver then a mountain, light as dew drops

It pulls at my sanity. And it never stops!

This anguish that I endure for your enjoyment.

Do you really like watching me endure your torment???



Am I so weak to endure this? This horror? That you do to me!

Treating me like dirt, kicking my name around like it’s yours, its mine!

So back off! Get you kicks and enjoyment of terror from another.

Move on further down, find your self another!



Let me be! End your hatred of me right now.

Get over me. Don’t you see that I am not wowed?

I am not impressed by you! I hate you. You made me this way.

Don’t tell me how you think I am going to pay for this one day.



I am turning away now. Walking way showing you my back.

I will not even turn my head to look over my should at your back.

For I will walk this road by myself and find myself. Away from you!

There will be another one for you to debase and degrade just for you.



So yes I am weird. I am strange.

So yes I am no good bastard! Yes I am deranged.

But that is who I am live with it.

So why can’t you deal with it?