1st PLACE IN AC-Claire 's Poetry Book! Contest 10! THANKS!
You know nothing
Stop talking shit
You don't know anything
Why do you talk about it?
I got so sick of it
People can't mind their own business?
I got so sick of it
People really lack of wiseness
I used to be called psycopath
And I clearly am not
I thought so much about it, they did not
The solution would be a twenty people bloodbath
So, you, allow me to explain
What does psychopath mean
They said it again and again
They said again and again, why so mean?
Psychos are liars
People incapable of feeling a feeling
They are calculists, must have wires
They are not what they're revealing
They use people
To achieve and only to achieve
Usually they are sucessful people
Doctors or lawyers you won't misbelieve
Now, tell me why
Why am I one of them?
They said it so much, didn't clarify
They have no idea how hard it was to overcome
You know nothing
Stop talking shit
You don't know anything
Why do you talk about it?
I got so sick of it
People can't mind their own business?
I got so sick of it
People really lack of wiseness
Was it funny to hurt me? A while
I hope you all live an Hell
Was it funny to kill me? Inside
I hope you all know that now I'm fine
I got new friends
I know what are new starts
I know the worst things ends
I know that sadness doesn't last forever
Run may be the only solution
You don't have to stand hard fights never
Life is beautiful and I know that
My past is awful but the present
Is nothing like that