I feel like the word rupture
Run, Run, Run
Involuntarily bursting forth with messy desperation
There’s dissension in the ranks
They can smell the fear
The rancor is here
Between us, existing, so clear.
Why this cruelty?
Where is your grace?
What happened to your compassion?
Why can’t you try and see the hurt on my face?!
There is a storm coming for me
Got this thing to conquer
Please…stop using me as cannon fodder!
You break my heart, corner me, as I slowly go outta my mind!
Still, you don’t see it?! How can you be so BLIND?!
NO. I’m sorry, no more mercy.
No more of this perilous journey
You pulled my roots out from under me
Maybe it will be, maybe it will be…
If we keep on saying it…
Nothing is wrong. Everything is ok.
Nothing is wrong. Everything is ok.
Nothing is wrong. Everything is ok.
Look, I’m not your doormat
I’m not a damn gnat
I’m not someone you should cross
Trust me, it’ll be your loss
One last shot – go on, tell me what I’m supposed to be.
Sorry, I can’t!!!
NO MORE MERCY!!!
You Lil Dickens 
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