• Them.

    I watch them, and their pretty faces,
    I want to shatter them like vases...

    broken pieces upon the ground,
    their perfect smiles make no sound.

    They watch me, and I can not stand it,
    scrutinzing me, god dammit...

    who do they think they are?
    watching me like some shooting star...

    Well I'm here to stay, so don't you worry,
    I'll beat you till, your vision is blurry,

    Till your lights go out, and you realize,
    The level of how much I despise.....

    You.