If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

Creep

Do I make you uncomfortable?
Say so.
Do I make you cry?
Tell me.
Do I even matter to you?
Show me.
I know that I'm a creep,
You can say it.
I don't mind,
After all, everyone else says that.
I'm odd, a bit more than the rest.
I know.
I know, I know, I know.
But I can't snap out of it.
And I'm falling deeper and deeper.
I'm a creep.

Release me.