• I hate the way they look at me.
    I hate the way I feel.
    But they don't know the pain I see;
    the bitter things I think.
    It's just and act, the way I am,
    So now they'll never know:
    the darkest secrets that I keep,
    the anguish I endure.
    The future bleak that I foretell
    for them does not end well.
    They will fall and they will die.
    Of that I am quite sure.
    Topple down and go away
    until I'm all alone.
    Then no more stares and
    no more pain
    until it all
    begins again.