my poisonous personality
its own quarantined cage
i've been left to rot here
with sorrow and rage
my hands have been bound
for their toxic touch
and my mouth is sewed shut
for lying too much
my eyes were burned out
by the things they have seen
this is what happens
when you're malicious and mean
nothing can save me
and no one will try
my heart just keeps beating
the question is: "why?"