As I look into the masses
I see drunks. I see pukes.
I see chauvinist asses.
I see artists and potheads
and those who are both
their faces alight with inside and hope
I see all these people and I do not adore
I find myself crying, awake on the floor.
away from the comfort these people provide
hiding the pain that scares me inside
I see all these people and I must confess
I don’t envy these people nor hate their regress
what I hate is the doctor who gave me this face.
brought me into this world and mapped me my fate
I’m sick and I’m tired of the popular mass
I think I’ll progress and wave as I pass
My words have no meaning
not do I do what I say
Forget this it’s nothing
my inner self I betray