Titleless 1.

An outsider to their laughs.
A reaper anihilating smiles.
A whip slashing their jokes.

It's me.

The poison ivy that kills the weeds.
The drunk from whom people run away.
A bump in the road that makes you fall.

It's me again.

The tears the dead cry.
The smile the convicts wear.
The finger that is shown to the world.

The hope regained at death.
The pride lost in a won battle.
The pain that crushes you inside.

It's me.
It's me.
All the bad things, are me.
All the cruel things, are me.
All the evil things; yes, they are me.

I hide from my own memory;
uselessly, I hide from myself.
My weakness reasurres my pain.
This anxiety reassures my emptyness.

It's me.
It's me.
All the bad things, are me.
All the cruel things, are me.
All the evil things; yes, they are me.