Hell's Angels

It seems unreal
My life seems
like some sick movie.
I want to fit in
but be myself
They dont mix
I want to be loved
By all that i love.
It seems as though
I'm watching
Through some sick looking glass
As I watch Hells Angels
Surrounding Myself.
I cant get away.
I cant escape.
Everyone has Guardian angels
Always with them
Watching them
Protecting them.
Not me.
Haunting me.
Surrounding me.
Trapping me.
Hating me.
The only angels
That are always with me.
Theyre not guardians
There's only one name
For these feelings
Weighing me down.
For these Problems
Burying me alive
For these questions
Eating me alive.
There's only one
Suitable name.
They arent demons.
Theyre worse.
Theyre personal.
They are
Hell's Angels.