I can't get my hands and body to stop shaking
Yeah I'm that upset
Yeah I'm that offended
Yeah I'm that hurt
Yeah I'm that humiliated
I want to hide
I want to bury my head under the sand
I want to travel back to my world
The one in which I'm strong
The one in which I belong
The one in which it doesn't feel so wrong
If they only felt it as I do
They have no clue what I'm going through
Desperation in a senseless fashion
A million different reactions
But which is the right one
a burnt and melted hand
Between a hot stove and pan
The skin blisters with blood pooling inside as puss was oozing
Soon it'll be released as will I
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