Do I make you nervous?
So what if I'm not old?
Do I make you jealous?
Maybe I am scared too
But it’s not written on my face -
I think I know my truths
Who're you to call me a disgrace?
You think you are the right thing
Just because you tuck your tee shirt in
And you jean is washed and your eyebrows all plucked in
You hair is neat, not colored
And you wear your study glasses
But would believe me if I told you
These are just your little farces
I see the little bad you
b***h you, hazard you
I can see past your aggravations
And your falsified validations
You try so hard to fit in
That you'll never know where all you've been
You bite on your temptations
And you suck up on your frustrations
You say right is only right
And you even think that you can fight
For the morality brigade
High preachers of dirt and hate
You flash around your pedigree
But you couldn’t even set you free!
I see through your facade
You're just a self destructive hazard
While you’re calling me them names
Telling me I am rabid and insane
I just pulled the damned precious ground
From beneath you and your under
You're looking all around
Something tore you all asunder
I'm just your inner face
You secret voyeur disgrace
I'm the b***h in you, the punk in you
I'm the reality you won’t face
Go look for a hiding place
Cause I'm now coming around
And I'll raze you to the ground
Too long been in forced hiding
I know I'm not ashamed
So what if we look the same
And are called by the same Name
You're just a passing fling
I'm hardcore, the real thing
Hardcore
by supriya dixit
