As I walk, people stare.
As I breath, less you care.
Marks and scars across my face
slow and painful is the pace.
One day I'll leave you with out a trace,
until then I'll rest my case.
Everywhere I go people stare
Everywhere I go people whisper.
Everywhere I walk people point.
No one understands the pain I feel.
No one sees the tears I cry.
No one sees the blood that drinks.
But then again,
No one understands me.
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