I am sick
of this
So sick of this
Changing everything
To fit the
phantom
Something inside me
Makes everything eclectic
I'm done
with this
I am said and done
Plastic bin-liner
Around the
heart
To dispose of it
When I have to
You look
like a picture
Of a concentration camp
When you see me:
So
much pain
And anxiety
What did I ever say?
Change to
fit
The phantom within
It's fine,
Just a way of
life
That you can't miss
From this distance
She looks
at me
The same way as you
With that fractured stare
And
those helpless eyes
And I'm so sorry
That I'm here
And I
am eclectic
And I cause you so much pain