I was not born yesterday
As I am pressured to be hated
And to hate

The coldness of my heart
Is just unbearable
Leaving wouldn’t meant a thing
But just by staying
Is making me
Madly insane

Or being utterly sick

As I am waiting
For the moment to let go
Wanting to urge
This pain ever since
The first prick of the heart

Time is an excuse
For them
To turn it all into reasons
And turn into a hurtful pain
To come pouring in

And now the drum is beating
While crying

Being speechless is not an option
But to shut down
By them

And not aloud to talk
Is the exact pain
Like a piece of blank wordless paper
Waiting to be polluted
Waiting to feel unwanted
Feeling neglected

As this heart
Is being discord
Once again by pain