The Method Behind My Madness

Dare one day to take a walk in my shoes,
And suffer with me through every cut and every bruise.
All self-inflicted and all my fault
All the result of always accepting fault.
My crime is nothing but wanting
Longing for something worth flaunting.
Pining after the love of they
Who will never love me the right way.

They that I call Family.
A word that means so much to me.
While I'd like to think they feel the same
I know regularly they forget my name.
I'm only good when someone's mad,
And then I'm actually quite bad.
Because when they cannot see that they're to blame,
They find themselves hollering my name.

I get so sick of being the evil one,
But in their simple minds, nothing to change that can be done.
I want to see them suffer like I do.
I want to know that they understand pain, too.
So I hurt the ones that hurt me most,
Not by harming the host,
But by tracking their assaults on my arm.
When shit gets crazy, I self-harm.

Dare one day to take a walk in my shoes,

And suffer with me through every cut and every bruise.
All self-inflicted and my fault
All the result of always accepting fault.
My crime is nothing but wanting
Longing for something worth flaunting.
Pining after the love of they
Who will never love me the right way.

FAMILY.