My hands are numb and my eyes are sore.
I have been beaten and nothing more.
I am not real, I am a fake.
God has punished me for his own sake.
People say I'm going insane,
But their the ones with all the pain.
I am lonely, I am scared,
For with this demon I am paired.
The taunting and the yelling.
The haunting and the dwelling.
There is nothing I can do.
But sit and stare at you.
A feeble mind you are at best
Thinking you're better than all the rest.
We know you're wrong, incorrect.
Our lives will soon intersect,
To you we give, much respect.
For we shall soon to you, Dissect.