You don’t know what my tears taste like,
because your lips do not catch their’ fall,
and the tendency to judge my actions…
well, you’re nobody to judge me at all.
You don’t have a clue what I’ve come through,
I don’t care where you think that you’ve been,
as soon as you’ve perfected your own shit…
maybe, come back and take a crack at me again.
I don’t need a single person’s approval,
and most certainly wasn’t looking for yours,
I know who I am, against your presumptions…
I stand for the steps you’ve never taken before.
People like you only shrink when compared to,
somebody with half of a beating heart,
I’m not sure why it shines so sure from your eyes…
a slice of humanity would break you apart.
Please keep your greed from my scenery,
if you own the slightest hint of a clue,
of how much I despise the habit of lies…
take heed, if you know what’s good for you.
Because, one day you will taste my teardrops,
you will feel the fathoms of my own grief,
despite all of your efforts at destruction and doom…
someday your reflection will look just like me.