Skinned at the surface,
Sore deep inside.
Sick of emotions,
The ones I have to hide.

Hurt replaces anger,
And reason goes out quick.
An urge to hit someone,
So hard that it makes me sick.

They say I can't be mad,
They say I have no right.
They say I've got to listen,
That I can't put up a fight.

I scream into the voids,
I live on misunderstood.
I continue to be me,
Instead of what I wish I could.

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