Author's Note: Erm. Yes. It pisses me off to no end when I discover
corruptions of the media and popular culture. Especially in people I
thought a hell of a lot more of. So instead of speaking my mind, I'll vent
a little through angsty free verse.

I want to rip you
Tear you
Throw you down
You think you're so high
Just safe and dry
Well this sun burns you
(Can't you feel it?)
When your skin is peeling
Soul is flaking away

Do you care at all?
Would you look back
And wonder what you're losing?
No
You don't care

It's all a parade
Your life's a charade
There's no more gold here
Even spotless souls fade

Do you care at all?
Would you ever look back
And wonder
What you could have been?
They say no one's perfect
But damn, you were close.

What am I saying?!
I don't understand
I never understood
Walking in innocent shade
Might have just run with a blade
When I fell over you
My life I would trade
For so long
Thinking about
What you could've been
If you hadn't been burned.