Condemned
All the things i can no longer do.
Condemned by my distaste for you.
Trapped in this shell with a smile i can no longer fake.
While people point and make fun for there own laughers sake.
I could slit there throats and eat there souls.
My eyes burn red, yet i am not quite that bold.
All of those self-serving bastards don't have a clue.
This chip weighing down on my shoulder is a peice of you.
Left behind with no disregard.
To crush me with the realization of who you really are.
The masquerade ball has been crashed.
In the confusion you lost your mask.
Your true identity has been revealed.
An open wound that cannot be healed.
It became infected and you made yourself gone.
Left me alone in the spotlight of a new dawn.
Now lost in a world of not so few.
Condemned by my distaste for you.
Copyright © Taylor Jenkins | Year Posted 2011
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