You smile.
You smile at the pain, the hunger, the cold; everything you don't feel.
You smile at me, but I know you don't mean it.
You smile at the broken, the beaten, the burned; everybody you're not.
You smile at me, but I know you don't mean it.
You smile.

I frown.
I frown at the pain, the hunger, the cold; everything I feel.
I frown at you, knowing your smile is fake.
I frown at the broken, the beaten, the burned; everybody I am.
I frown at you, knowing your smile is fake.
I frown.

You laugh.
You laugh at the cutters that had no other option.
You laugh, But I know it's just venom.
You laugh at the homeless on the street that beg for a scrap of food.
You laugh, but I know it's just venom.
You laugh.

I cry.
I cry for the cutters' only option; for it is my only option as well.
I cry, trying to hide your venomous laugh.
I cry for the homeless on the street, knowing I will soon be like that.
I cry, trying to hide your venomous laugh.
I cry.

You walk.
You walk away from an abused child, claiming it is just a waste of time.
You walk, and I know you won't look back.
You walk away from a could-be love, saying it wouldn't work out.
You walk, and I know you won't look back.
You walk.

I run.
I run away from my own home to escape abuse.
I run, looking back with tears.
I run to a lover, hoping I'll always be able to run into their arms.
I run, looking back with tears.
I run.

You sing.
You sing without a care in the world.
You sing, but I can hear you're out of tune.
You sing to drown out the cries of the near-dead.
You sing, but I can hear you're out of tune.
You sing.

I pray.
I pray with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I pray, but it will serve me no good.
I pray for the near-dead, hoping their cries will drown you out one day.
I pray, but it will serve me no good.
I pray.

You live.
You live another day to torment the poor and dying.
You live, but everyone thinks you should be in my place.
You live another day to smile, laugh, walk, sing.
You live, but everyone thinks you should be in my place.
You live.

I died.
I died to help the poor and dying.
I died, but I feel no one should be in my place.
I died to forget how to frown, to cry, to run, to pray.
I died, but I feel no one should be in my place.
I died.