Should I feel sorry for the way I act?
I don't, for I am what you lack
Should I feel sorry for what I say?
I don't, for no one takes my pain away
Do I offend you with the actions I portray?
My defensive nature have you partaken?
my wish for protection has been forsaken
The only one who protects me is me.
Relentless unforgivness of my ways
As I continue to wear my heart on my sleeve
It seems I am your very own pet peeve
for I contribute anger and hatred within your heart
as you wish that my presence would just depart
My being is that aggravator of your soul
As I stand here singing out my souls gold
I become an unwelcomed imposition in your life
as you all dine on my blood spewing from that knife
thrusted into your evil heart of corruption
as you utilize your rituals for my distruction
one day this will all fall back on you,uninterrupted
You heart so full of hatred purges illness from you
So much anomosity and turmoil surrounding you
as you continuously judge me because I don't hide
for you are controlled by your formidable pride
your personality, a nebulous specificity
demonstrating such senses of disarray
not letting the real you out to play
as you mourn your soul partake
you provide devastation intake
my vortex of feelings displayed on air
it appears, however, that no one really cares
your inconspicuous resentment has always been there
Should I feel sorry for just being me?
Should I worry what others think of me?
Should I be sorry for what I have to say?
I don't, and I won't
for I am me,
Life made me this way
©2007
~*deepoet*~