My Pain, Your Pleasure Poem by Eddie Mitchell

For everytime i grow weaker, for everytime i fail to be the speaker.
you are there waiting fo me to slip up, hoping that i will fail.
you laugh at my pain, you get your sadistic little kicks.

And i fail to be the person you want me to be, im failing to be me.
pressured to be a perfect little creation.
pressured to be what you want me to be.
why can you not leave me alone.
you have no place in my heart.
i will rise and bring you down.
But that will never happen, as long as your around.