Living under the oppression of a dysfunctional bull crap
Where the truth is hidden and the lies unwrap
There are eyes on the wall, and ears on the door
If you dare to speak up, there will be world war
Your misery is your fault, like salt sprinkle on your wounds
Your scars are permanent, and your heart beats without a tune
People only look at you from the outside, but they don't read your feelings
Are all humans like that? Judging the book without reading
They skim the book, as if they knew all the facts
But what do they know? Nothing, but just bull crap
- Misa D.
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