2The wretched, befouled shell I have become
Has tortured me for oh so long
People stare, as if I'm nothing but dirt
Revile everything about my ever-shifting countenance
My urbane intelligence
And my seemingly shy hesitance
Why do they hate me?
It's not my fault I was born
If you are one of them
Who won't give me love
Then just leave me alone
I have no need for your kind
The ones who would cause so much pain
All in innocence, you leave me with scars
Bleeding still from the core of my heart
I'll never let anyone near my soul again, to this I swear
Empty as it may become, I will still live on
Awaiting only oblivion to end my pitiful excuse for a life