I often hear their voices in my head,
and begin to question the real me.
"You're the just the bad guy," they all have said
"and that's all you'll ever be."
I stare in the eyes of my reflection
and a villain isn't in my face.
But with them, can I ever make a connection?
Will I, one day, find my place?
But then i take a second glace
right into the face that stares back,
realizing i have not a fighting chance
so the glass I'm forced to crack.
A monster emerges from the break
their screams of terror flood my mind
because being one of them is a hard thing to fake
when you're forced into being a solitary kind
Having no choice, the tears begin to fall
as there are no "joys" to being me.
And Niceland's prejudice, it has built a wall,
the one wall I can't break easily.
Giving the mirror one final look and closing my eyes,
exhaling deeply, i hang my head low.
My life, it is just one big reason to cry,
a life as the destructive, big fisted freakshow.
Each and every night i cry out alone
but no one can hear my lament:
"The Nicelanders don't fear me because I wreck their home,
they fear me because I'm different."