blackheart

Why does the world press me down on its feet
if they say I'm so damn important
to all of their lives; to all of their pride;
to everything that defines them as human?
They talk with such humanly terms,
me too,
yet they say I'm never one of them
and that I deserve a lonely life.
They call me crazy even though I'm normal;
they call me lazy even though I'm formal;
they never respected me simply because I'm me.
If everyone in this dying world has a purpose,
am I just the scapegoat of society;
to get pulled and beaten and whipped and burned and
to be the mask that nobody dares to put on?
Like everyone else, I await a savior
to save me from this wretched land;
but they don't know me, they don't know my strength,
as I choose to forever keep this heart.

- Rowen Black