My eyes are different,
I know they are,
Maybe they’re just different?
No, I’m probably wrong,
I can see it all,
Every single detail and inch,
Every tortured soul,
Trying to escape,
Every stereotypical girl,
Trying to run away,
But it all looks so different to me,
It’s all out of reach,
All of the good things,
Their so far away!
Yet all of the bad things,
Are creeping up behind my back,
Breathing down my neck,
Telling me,
“You can never be happy!”
“You filthy, disgraceful disgust!”
It’s haunting voice rapping around my ears,
My eyes filling with tears,
I feel an extreme pinch of fear,
When will I take the road?
The road for good things that is,
I want love,
I want luck,
I want it all,
I want ALL of it,
I want everything,
I want to be greedy!
But I have nothing to be greedy for,
I want wealth,
I’m sick of poverty!
I want to be selfish!
I want to live in greed,
I would love to be Kind Midis,
My touch would be amazing,
Turning trash to gold,
Not caring about others,
Just myself and I,
But you’re probably asking
What’s wrong with your heart?!
Do you not have a conscience?!
You disgusting creature!
You need to learn how to live life!
But all I could tell you,
In between my deep sobs,
It’s that,
My conscience has been destroyed,
Taking my heart