Misanthrope's Justice

thunder_balls

Here's something I came up with. Bleh. I guess it sucks pretty bad. Anyways, here goes..


I don't feel
But I do
this can't be real
I don't want to

One side is larger
one side is smaller
it's imbalanced
pink wormy science

the only thing that can stop these voices
is the coldness shape that is in my hands
i can put it where I want it
and where it's through may be silenced

I don't like anybody
and nobody likes me
so whatever I may do
works out just perfectly

I see things that aren't real
out of the side of my eye
but can't help but think it's true
myself i will not feel

we've found something that lay on peach sand
uncovered by sandness and history
it's a very long lost young man
could you believe that it was me?

i'm afraid to tell
because what comes you can't accept
i'll always be in hell
i didn't choose, but from my seat I lept

I'm so sorry for you, but do you feel sorry for me
Me gone by my own-self is my destiny
I can't go where I feel to be
My imbalanced chemicals cause anxiety
I'm afraid to let you know
will you hit me anymore?
I'm sad, bad, mad, rad
but so I found out is my dad
I'm nothing and you're nothing
but you're more than me by a tad

what corner should point my way
i don't have it bad, so you say
You don't understand why i'm not gay
I'm depressed anyway