People Are Evil

Folks just don't understand

The feelings of others--

We think we are entitled to everything

Not knowing the consequences

Of our actions

And it's such a pity knowing

That I am a human being

Caught up in the midst of this petty storm...

O bells are ringing,

But which one is near?

For people's pettiness kills me

For people are entitled flowers

Looking for desperate weeds,

O kill me please

For I am a desperate weed;

Your sadness is fake

And your presence is not sincere--

And all you petty people, listen to me

For you are an entitled cockroach

Crawling up desperate walls,

And these desperate halls...

Why don't you hear me shout?

For this world is better off without all of us--

To hell with you all,

For we are all petty people

Living in a distant world,

How do you feel

Being the bully now?

 

There are days when I try to hide my heart

From the world,

For it is so hard to live

Sometimes...

And sometimes I hide my heart from the world

Because it is already broken

This reckless power that I have

Has turned into stone,

For I need to be a stone in this world

To be strong;

And what is within a stone

To make me strong?

It is an unbearable mind.

In random thoughts,

I find my faith in the Lord;

For the Lord carries me

Even when I'm sleep,

For eternal sleep

Is the ideal dream

I find myself alone,

Alone in the dark with the boogeyman

For the boogeyman is nice

She gives me roses,

And roses are in the deep

When they're sleep.