dark as night.
yet it is day.
soaked like a hurican.
yet there is no rain.
blank like a canvas.
yet faces all around.
bodys so lifeless.
all i see are eyes glued to me.
watching my every move.
judging my looks and actions.
not knowing who i am.
yet they mistake me for evil.
i am an outsider to them.
what have i done.
am i that diffrent.
i thought we were all humans on this earth.
but to them im an alien spicies.
i may look diffent.
but i am still a human.
with pain and joy like them.
but to them i have no feelings.
they critize my style and ways.
punish me for likeing other things.
look apon me diffrent cause of my music.
they dont understand.
in there eyes i am an animal.
to tease and abuse
i am trash.
a worthless piece of paper.
what have i done to deserve this.
the pain they cause in unbearable.
what did i do.
someone tell me.
scarsthese scars of mine will always hant me.
keeping me in the past.
changing my every move.
they will torcher me though out my days.
painfull reminders of what i have done wrong.
reminding me of my sarrow.
they are the little things that make up me.
make me who i am.
form me into a better person.
these scars may punish me.
but they revive my sole as well.
healing me from pain and dispare.