Pathetic

The rage that fills my soul Attacks me, picks at me. Much like a child Cannot seem to stop pulling on that scab. In my ears and my tortured mind. I hear it over and over and once again. Same as before. My dear, you are simply pathetic. PA-THE-TIC. I shiver I dance around The emotions that erupt from the floor. My dear you are pathetic. PA-THE-TIC. It is so true. I never had much But at least I once had you. And yet here I am Singing in a voice of a child. PA-THE-TIC. My voice rises and falls Much like always nobody hears me. I bruise so easily. I'm oh just so PA-THE-TIC. Do YOU hear me?? PA-THE-TIC. Yes I do hear. For I'm always listening. Always aware Always PA-THE-TIC. What a horrid wicked group Of hateful syllables. PA-THE-TIC. I care not for them. I wish I could take my pencil Scribble them out. A bunch of childlike lines Madly drawn over and over. PA-THE-TIC. Yes that's me... The pathetic one.