Without a fight
By: Andy Hilchey
As I sit here in the dark
Forgotten Souls tell me to hark
To listen to what you say...
To you, I look deaf, dumb, and blind.
This causes my poor brain to grind
And my sanity to fray...
Why am I misunderstood?
It's like I'm wearing a big, black hood
of a man on his Judgement Day...
And then I think, "What do you know?"
And cause my inmost thoughts to show
And blind you with the light...
You then see
The real me
And run away in fright...
I think, "Who are they to judge?"
They give me just a little nudge
into the endless night...
And now with tears rolling down my cheeks
I am lumped with all the freaks
and realize...
I DIDN'T PUT UP A FIGHT
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