Fires burn,
That, I know.
But I'm just an actor
In this freak show.
They call me different,
They call me strange,
They call me a puppet
In this little game
That toys with the mind,
Messes with the soul
Yet I cannot believe
That they are so cold.
They find it amusing,
Think it's funny to see
When I break down
As they make fun of me.
They think it's hilarious
To watch me bleed
All because
Of their stupid greed....
Written in 2010.
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The Book Of My Heart
PuisiWarning: May contain some dark and disturbing content. This simply contains my emotions, heart, and soul. Don't like, don't read.
