I can't think straight, falling as I try walking through this hallway,
There's a demon on my shoulder that's been gnawing at me all day,
I hear a voice, it follows me, the surrounding darkness swallows me,
And as I try to write a simple piece this anger embodies me,
I'll always stay twisted inside no matter how normal I try to be,
My mother lied to me, and my father barely ever said goodbye to me,
At school nobody says hi to me, got blood stains on my locker,
Hit it every time I'm angry, now each knuckle has got hurt,
I see my own mother, this voice whispers to hit her, don't miss her,
Then I blank out and I wake up to find out that I beat my own sister,
Crying right now, I ain't lying right now, is this the way I was raised?
Never praised, I'm amazed at these actors, lies are what I hate,
Things have always changed, except where I'm made to stand in society,
In my own world, don't disturb, I hope to die in peace,
And I'm tempted to find a colt, load it up and push it to my temple,
So I record this little piece, write a note to my fam and then pull.
Quick 16, 10-15 minutes (yes I DO enjoy saying how long i wrote it in hah), wassup wassup?