Confusion In the extreme
Rebel 'Till The Bitter End - Poem by Confusion In the extreme
Look at me and see the mark.
Look in my eyes and sink in to the dark.
Something isn't right here. Somethings missing.
Ill get it back, thats what im wishing.
Everyone can see that im not that well.
I have to look up just to see hell.
My search of my sanity is like a jail sell.
It traps me and grips me tight.
And tough i fight back with all my might,
I feel so vulnerable that i could die.
No actually thats a lie.
I dont feel a thing.
No pain no gain, thats what they say.
F*ck you! is what I say.
Ill be a rebel till the end.
I will never bend. No f*cking way.
No matter what may, I will stay tha same.
I will stay this emotionally scarred shell.
If some one interfiers Ill give 'em hell.
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