I bleed like you.
I cry like you.
I hurt like you.
I am like you,
you are like me
but there's a difference
between you and me.
To mask your wicked sins,
you'd take away from my fears
only to give them strings to hold by
as if they were puppets,
you would make them dance
and jump and pounce on my inner
being.
Don't you know how many
times I shook and tremble
because of the earthquakes
of the dancing fears?
Don't you see that I am human
like you?
To hide your wicked
dreams and schemes,
you wipe away my tears
only to make room for
the ones you'll cause
to see my pain going down
on tracks that aren't for
trains.
Don't you know how many times
I fell and drowned
because of the tracks
of the neverending tears?
Don't you see I am human
like you?
To raise your spirits,
you raise my hopes
like raising a glass
of champagne,
lifting it oh so carefully
only to bring them crashing
down.
Don't you know how many
times my sprits rose and fell
upon the sight of the dismal grey
of my hopes?
Don't you see I am human
like you?
Your laugh becomes my cry.
Your accusations become my cuts.
Your murder is my suicide.
You bully me one more time,
you begin a neverending cycle,
until someone stops it
or until I die.
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