While I sleep
Through my subconscious
I creep
Slowly through my dreams
It seeps
The secret that has
Murdered me
The fear of facing what I am
Am I what they say I am?
A torment I thought I’d outran
Catches up to me again
My mind wanders
While awake
Feel like I’m at
My own wake
I’ve told myself their
Words were fake
But they’ve caught up to me
Again
The fear of facing what I am
Exactly what they say I am
Bruised and battered, torn and weak
I’m a God damned fucking freak
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