Does such a place exist, where one can hide
To stop their heart from all the bleeding,
What can I do about it, I’m useless
Do I even get to hide with you, then?
By certain rules you must abide
A lot of them just a tiny bit misleading
Tortures of such a road are tiresome and endless
All of the everyday grievances, you need to feel all of them
Because no one will think you are worthy
Unless you have something they themselves need or want
Whether they admit it or if it’s just subconsciously
They can’t help themselves but to enjoy the hunt
There is no need for you, they’d say, we have no use
For one such as you, why do you even exist?
As if you’re not asking yourself that already…
So, why are you still here, what’s your excuse?
I was born without a talent, sir, I must have missed
When they were giving them away, I didn’t deem it necessary…
What do you do, when they play hide and seek
Like you’re the disease, but all of you want is to be free
Please, someone, invent a technique
For me not be the subject of such envy anymore.