My Pain Is Mine

I’m sure it’s nice to know it all It’s easy to judge, when your not at fault Your insides don’t burn as your beating the wall You don’t lie on the ground, ashamed to crawl Your skin doesn’t cringe as it covers your flesh Marching ants don’t perform, toes, thighs and breast Your sanity doesn’t appear, less and less Taking pride in yourself, you still feen for sex Unafraid of your voice, you speak your mind The typical human, walking the line Sure, there were times, you were left behind You’ve seen many days that were less than fine But these misfortunes don’t intertwine You can’t judge me. My pain is mine