My screams
Echo on these walls,
But still you do not hear
My body
Is not a mirage,
Yet it seems to dissapear
My blood
Drips on the floor,
But still you do not see
Tears
stream down my face,
A constant part of me
My heart
Lays broken and shattered
On the ground
My pleas
Echo all around
But still you can not feel!
Still you can not understand
All the pain that you have wrought!
And it seems nothing I ever do
Is ever good enough for you...
M.I.A
This is actually an angry poem, believe it or not...