I place myself in the corner
to hold me up since backs were turned away
I silently cry at night allowing the sorrow to build within me
Until the well of my tears break and crumble
The need to fit in grows darker into my soul the touch of those that burn
The scars, scratches, bruises and gashes from the jokes and nitpicks of people i hold dear
The era of my self-esteem dies along side the love i have for myself
because of who i became only result in the destruction of the world i care for
ending up being just a corps full of the jokes that drove me to my insanity
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