The Bad and The Beautiful
Teacher, I am a fighter but I am not a winner
Deny my deeper need and I will thank you
But hear my inner plead and with a soft spoken word
Teacher, you'll free me
Look at these arms and tell me
The silence they utter has no need for your ears
Your strain is in vain!
My past rises up to my knees, but I am not she
Teacher, look and see
These perfections lined one by one are the occurance of a mutation in the mind
The sane words I screamed while I was locked in a padded cell have heard existance
It was the beauty of the horror I was blind to
And I saw my reflection in a piece of plasic holding on to my neck,
Teacher, make haste!
A silent word is all it takes