Verbal portraits of blood and fear, there's scarce happiness,
Through the spoken word, anger overlapping it,
This drastic hiss, ruthless comments for no reason,
Confidence is bleeding, children smiles are retreating,
It's scary, I've earned independence but at times it varies,
Crying like a newborn baby, all my courage is buried,
This feeling is like an epidemic, encouraging hatred,
Telling people just face it, not one day you'll make it,
What is this kind of world, some have to live in it,
And it cannot be changed, this feeling is simply infinite.
