I feel betrayed I feel broken and shattered I feel torn apart with my insides open for people to see For them to judge and rebuke and lecture For them to see whet really makes me tick And they don't care the pain I feel The shit I have to put up with With the valley girls and football jocks, with evil pranksters and condescending bullys They don't know How could they? They don't know the mind behind the artist, the author, the tortured soul inside The voices trying to control and winning No longer the person I used to be, lost forever, consumed by my hate, my resentment and spite The light no longer visible I hid my misery behind jokes and silly things But they will never know that my characters are really me behind colorful masks They are real I am the made up character... ignored by the masses, shunned by the few, and left by the loners, left with only me, alone in this bleak, meaningless world This plastic world, this violent world Beautiful minds, a terrible waste Nevermore If I were to dissapear no one would notice, not caring continuing with their lives like they never knew me But I'm used to it That is sad that to them i'm already gone