I'm broken.
Inside and out.
My brain is misshapen,
What is life really about?
People tease.
People joke.
Don't take it serious please.
Even if their words are worse than poison oak.
I already feel dead,
My body as light as a feather.
I lay across my bed spread.
I lie by saying I'm under the weather.
I bottle it up
And throw it away.
Or I'll lock it up,
Keep it for another day.
Never trust anybody
They're all just fakers
Their hearts are all groggy
They might as well be all the same as 400 sheets of blank paper.