This Fire in me ,
the burns and churns ,
is fueled ,
by the hatred thhat you feed me ,
peolple try to heed me ,
they try to read me ,
but they never actually see me ,
they don't know what it's like to be me ,
All I want is to be free ,
of this anger inside me ,
I feel so small ,
like font point three ,
the shadows come closer ,
the sun gets lower ,
fear strikes ,
that these feelings might take over ,
these feelings ,
It seems , my only release ,
is this piece of paper ,
and me , you always tease ,
about how fast I get mad ,
there's a side of me ,
that you've never seen ,
you better be glad .
Something unknown to this world ,
like a glowing green alien beam ,
no one knew exists ,
my hands ball into fists ,
theres no cuts on my wrists ,
but my soul is cold ,
my blood runs dry ,
oh , the knowledge these eyes hold ,
but shall never be told ,
my hearthas been taken and sold ,
hoping my life might unfold ,
into this story ,
never once told . .
