These poems of mine my sanctuary These poems of mine won't you read them with me I find no comfort in my words but These poems of mine oh these poems of mine
What's wrong with you
You feel gross
You feel awful
But look at the mess you made
The people you hurt
How dare you feel bad
How dare you
Why are you crying
You are the problem
You are the reason
For the mess you made
You cause pain to everyone around you
Why can't you be normal
Why are you such an awful person
Why can't you shut up
Why can't you speak
Why are you like this
What's wrong with you