My words are short, my words are percise, for they express every thought for lengths at a time

Length doesn't matter, it's what you say in these lines, the only time you catch the readers eyes

So they may look at you with glistening eyes, not with despise, but to look at the lines

the creator of thought, the creator that shines, not to all, but only to those who read the lines,

so they may be seen for what they are, so you'll look and see The crevices marred, what their minds have endured, it may not seem like much

for even I see it as childish sometimes, but in the end it hurts, metally and physically, to feel the string being pulled

to fight youself to not move, to feel your heart try and fall to the ground, the only emotion seems to be pain now

That's how I know I feel something, if I feel a pain in my chest, in my heart, a dying quest

I wish to show everyone what I've written, but I know I'd only be smitten by their ignorant minds

their thoughts of lies, their interpretive eyes, their interpretive minds, weak to think, they dont have a peak

But they have a fall, that goes on in them all, they only fall, deeper into the bliss of it all

while I think and stand above all, yes it's nice, but lonley is all, they'd call me crazy if they knew

the things i think, they'd call me a murderer, a crazed villan and pillaged, this may be true, but a damned one at that

One that only seeks peace, inside its mind, that look around for places to hide, wants to be away from all the noise

Away from all the ingorant boys, from all the stupid girls, only wanting to talk to those like her

never perfect, but a percent will do, to lessen the suffering of living here with all of you

they make it hell, they really do.