I see
The fear crawling to your skin
Not the fear of being hurt
But fear of seeing me in pain.
I heard
Voices ruling me at the back of my mind.
It keeps playing like an old tape in rewind.
I feel
The loneliness of being like this
People stare and talk, all about "HIS"
I thought
No one would be there to love the man with different mind.
But no one knows until she did try to love a psycho.