Aren't we all murders,
We all killed a child,
The child we used to be,
But why murder you think,
Well because,
We used to smile,
We used to laugh,
We did not care what others thought,
We used to look normal at ourselfs in the mirror,
We used to talk,
We used to draw on paper,
Now we killed that child,
We are faking our smiles,
We don't laugh anymore,
We have anxiety about what others think,
We see a loser as we look in the mirror,
We are the silent kid in school,
And most importantly
We draw on our skin,
But not with colors,
We draw with silver,
And the color we get is red,
So we are all murders,
Of our younger self,
And we should not be proud.
