Faces watching me
Not understanding me
Judge me, and don’t know what I go through
This walk that I’m tied to
Keeping my word
And hearing the javelin
Searing, piercing my very skin
Stop fucking laughing at me
Stop fucking yelling at me
I guess I made this happen
Playing the fool
You don’t know the wise man’s ruse
And you will feel his staff breaking your back
Breaking your heart
I am not kind
I am not kind
I am not the gentleman
I am the wrong fuck to mess with
And I am the wrong fuck to lie to
So trust me
And let me do what I need to
Don’t push.
Don’t prod.
I will gore you.
Author notes
... just getting emotions out.
Adding your comment: