They're all so horribly good
No matter how bad I am
They're so terribly nice
So I try my hardest to make them mad
I scream and yell
I am so evil they can't even tell
I just want them to be angry
And stop being kind to me
I can't take the gentleness anymore
I don't understand why they're so nice
When I'm a monster inside
But I suppose the worst kinds of monsters
Are never in plain sight
So say your kind words
And how I'm a wonderful child
And I'll sit here angry and wild
While you only smile
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The End Of The Road
PoetryPoetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...
