My throat it bleeds, yet i scream
Are you listening?
Yes, those words have a meaning
So just help me
This is no freakshow
This whole fucking scene just blows
This is me
The lost soul to be
Creating poetry
What's it to you?
Yours has no meaning
Don't speak and please just leave
This world is infected
It's to much for me
Where is your poetry?
Your words are just poison
I'm struggling to be
This all is just your show
We all just want you to think
Don't you dare to call yourself an artist
You don't even know what art is

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