I use to be innocent before,
But not anymore,
The purity I use to have can't be regained,
The images will forever scar my brain,
Now all I think about in crowds is blood and pain.
Feeling as if murder was my key,
For the protection I needed and seeked,
Crazyness and toughness was my cover,
So I would not be messed with and not made fun of,
But 'twas the opposite affect,
Now I'm thought of as a crazy violent psycho nut, and a insane mess or wreck.
But I can't tell if I like it or not,
I'm confused at how I turned out,
But then I figured it all out!
. . . . It .Was them all along!
Who made me act like this so they would leave me alone and not tease me.
Secretly I wanna be normal,
Not boring normal but kinda normal.
So excuse me if you don't approve of me,
Because you were the one who ruined me.
So do so amuse me for I am sincerely and not sorry for what I did cluelessly and if what I did ...didn't amuse thee.
