Why?

Why push me down?
When I'm already in a trip
Why make me frown?
When no smile forms on my lip

Do you want me to die?
Even though I'm already in pain
Do you want to see me cry?
Even though you have nothing to gain

Why spread the rumor?
When whispers already surround
How can you find in this, humor?
When I'm alcohol bound

"Why are you such a freak?"
You tell me. You made me one.
"Why are you such a geek?"
You think this is fun?

I'm done
That tears it
You won
I can't take another bit

Go to hell
I hope your tears drop
I hope my name rings a bell
when I pass your crap and reach the top

Kimberly Piet © 2008