Scissors
Scissors and paper cuts
gashes, slashes, and crooked ruts.
Thank society, you made me this way
Everyone knows there's a price to pay.
Burns and scars, brutal pain
mind anticipating compensating insane
Thank society, illogic persuasion is completely sane.
Everyone knows society can blame.
Darkened dreams, morbid thoughts
my body churns while my insides rot
society deems the unjust and unfit
this part of life i have to admit.
Eyes bleeding, flesh tearing
why are dreams sometimes unbearing
society forsakes what they fail to understand
if you agree, take a stand.
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