A (messed-up) brute has my heart
Friends have run my self esteem dry
That stranger smiling through the dust,
he has got my eye.
My parents have lost my respect
My teachers have taken my hope
Daily, the earth takes the life out of
my stride and makes my shoulders slope.
Gravity takes my tears
I am completely (terribly, tragically) empty-
I can't help but end each day with,
"what is left for me?"
The hollow shell (of bone and dread) that is myself
tears when I hear the
laughter of those who should not be
laughing without me.