This is how I choose to control what's going on inside my soul
Today I am not myself my skin isn't mine and these thoughts do not belong to me I feel as if I could easily rip my skin apart
Look in the mirror and hate what you see once you realize you aren't the person you want to be Hate has taken over your soul
We live today in a world where we must fit a mold. Where they make us squeeze tight to fit just right. In every category we must fit. For example we all try to be so different but end up the very same. We are told how many words to write.
The house was quiet the world was calm Except for the wars being fought over seas And children screaming as cities are torn apart