Hood

Everyone's happy.
Everyone's good.
All except me alone in my hood.
Everyone prospers just as they should.
And laugh along, as I never could.
Everyone hates me.
I'm still alone.
All of the anguish on my wrist is shown.
Because i'm left handed my right arm is dead.
Most like all of them in my head.
Everyone's happy.
Everyone's good.
Everyone falls down dead as they should.
Nobody prospers everyone's dead.
As I take this hood from my head.