I'm not crying, these aren't tears
They're just prayers no god ever hears.
And I'm not writing this, it isn't real
It's nothing that I'd ever feel
I only do what he commands
It's his spirit, using my hands
Don't feel bad, don't say you're sorry
It's ok, it's not happening to me
It's him who's angry, him who yells
It's ok because it's happening to somebody else.
Don't worry these tears aren't mine
When it's somebody else it's always fine
I'm alright I don't need help from you
Stay away, there's nothing you need to do
Because this isn't weakness, and these aren't fears
I'm not crying, and these aren't tears.
A/N: 2-07-05. Originally about how it feels to be possessed, but turned into a poem about denial... see if you can find exactly which line it switches on! r/r