Surrounding me are people I don't quite know,
I watch them learn, I watch them grow,
They're so loud, so naive and so dense,
While I sit among them, so quiet, so tense,
And they expect so much of me.
They tell me to be stronger, or be free,
I say I'm about as free as I'm gonna get.
Trapped in this world, trapped in this net.
Would it really be better to be like them?
Should I trust them to be as close as a friend?
Then you'll stop pestering me to be someone I'm not,
That's what you want, or have you forgot?
I'm sick and tired of being yelled at,
So if I change myself, you'll stop, just like that.
I won't let them get too close to my heart,
At least not enough for them to tear it apart,
Simply to examine their puzzling ways of life,
Holding a shield and a broken down knife,
And if they have a problem with that, well,
I'll kill them all and send them straight to Hell.
At least then, I'll go to Hell too,
And no one can complain 'cause I'll fit in with all of you.
Written in 2009
