To tell you the truth...I don't know what got me to write this, but it's another one of my kind of poems that just come to me...
What comes from my mouth is acidic to others.
Those who care to hear,
Can't understand a word, and fear,
That I may be talking non-sense and they sneer.
Oh what a day, to brand myself an outcast.
To look at others who laugh and play.
While I sit on the side lines, and let time fade away.
The daily life of an outcast is lame.
Oh how I can't bear to stay.
Their laughter.
The madness it's causing me.
The enjoyment.
Is tearing me apart.
My eyes their bleeding right now...
No more, I don't want too see anymore.
I don't want to hear it.
The hole I dig for myself.
Is not deep enough.
I no longer see the light.
But I still hear their voices.
It's horrible.
What comes from my mouth is acidic to others.
Those who care to hear,
Can't understand a word, and fear,
That I may be talking non-sense and they sneer.
Oh what a day, to brand myself an outcast.
To look at others who laugh and play.
While I sit on the side lines, and let time fade away.
The daily life of an outcast is lame.
Oh how I can't bear to stay.
Their laughter.
The madness it's causing me.
The enjoyment.
Is tearing me apart.
My eyes their bleeding right now...
No more, I don't want too see anymore.
I don't want to hear it.
The hole I dig for myself.
Is not deep enough.
I no longer see the light.
But I still hear their voices.
It's horrible.
