False Sympathy
Not right the way you look at me.
Have to fight, I simply have to be,
better than the rest of them.
Go Away,with your false sympathy.
I want to know, who's looking out for me
I can't do this by myself.
Why are these demons growing inside?
Why can't I ever find a place to hide?
Can someone please help me.
I want a gift they can't take away.
I think about it night and day.
I just don't know what to do.
Copyright © Michael Dyer | Year Posted 2005
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