It seems hard to be nice at times,
You might think that I'm just fine,
But that's only half the time.
The walls of brick are starting to crack,
Soon I'll be finding someone to smack,
I can feel the tension in my back,
tearing at me like wolves in a pack.
The pain seems to come when I'm alone,
It's seeping into every bone,
picking at them like a crow,
the mind and heart are the throne.
I'm bleeding here but you can't see,
the tears of pain and rage in me,
you say I'm cruel and I kicked your knee,
but confusion are the roots to this tree.