Why I ask
Am I this way
Why I ask
Afar from the fray
Why the face
Why the look
Why the stare
It’s my hook
Hook me in
Hook myself
Hook and put me
On a shelf
Why I wonder
Often not
Often going
Caring not
Was I dropped
On the floor
As a child
Crying more
Perhaps a twisted gene or two
Perhaps my journey
Nothing new
Why
Don’t answer
I do not want
Your voice
Your sound
You’re fucking snot
Bitch you say
Behind my back
Thinking that my mind
Is slack
I see you
I see me
I know what’s what
Let me be
Crushed and broken
Rising still
Keep the anger
Stave my will
Calm the beast
Calm the whore
Til she shits up
Nothing more
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