All your life I seen you try,
The hurt and blame they put on you.
Disturbing your web a “lie!”,
Never wishing your dreams come true.
Your bite is hard and painful,
Pain and anger disturbed, grows.
What’s even worst and shameful,
Insects no longer your pray, knows.
So where do you go at night,
Where no one else can find your soul?
Bitter inside with contrite,
Crumbled alone des’prate a toll.
To see you for what you are,
Suffering as well bizarre…