They feel a splinter of wood
I see a blood bath all over mee never good
Sunshine They see the rays of it
In pitch black darkness I tried for days to see one ray of it
Empitness is all i feel
It consumes all of me
Am i the bad in the good? Or the only good in the bad?
Well goodluck explaining this to my dad
Is that why he's always mad?
A reflection of him is seen when he stares at me ?
He's the reason why i've come to this so why blame me?
I'm his shadow monster
I compare myslef to a useless firey dumpster
He lits it with his words .
one scentance and it's gone
I've scenetnced my heart to be gone
Never to feel again the same pain that it draws
I try to color it
But all my colors are gone
All i am left with is black and white
The white is invisible
The black is what i show, it's not permissible
Im glad i try to go with the flow
But i relate to no one to be able to flow
They say uniqueness is good its bold
I tried to see it as if its true because that's what ive been told