You Don't Know Me
I dare them to stare me in my face
The face of open misery and boredom is what they see
What they don't know is everything else
The beginning
The first
The trial
I was faced with
Everything isn't a mystery only curiosity is seldom
I am forced to bow my head in open surrender yet they've got it all wrong
I am stronger than any force they have laid before me
Silently sitting through challenges and turning my cheek
Restraint is something they don't possess
Striking upon everything thing with a magnitude of integrity
Opening my arms to others afflicting times
Yet despite the empathy, they don't understand
That to share the same courtesy is only reserved for one
They are not that one
Taunted in horror they sung a joyous tune
For them not for you
They painted their words in red and plastered them upon every crevice
For to see someone happy is more of a crime, then bless them
For I will never experience the guilt that has been dressing their very souls
I am bare in their eyes a mundane thing
That can be tossed and toiled whenever they please
It must be hard to be so troubled
That to kill another sends satisfaction
An addiction never to be had with
But I am stronger than a measly facade
Fake can mistake an empty crate
But I was woven to carry myself in a way they have not
They didn’t look hard enough
that's why their hunger is madness
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