DISENCHANTED

DISENCHANTED

Disenchanted as to what people perceive,

So sick of the rumors that lead them to believe,

That I am some sort of evil, monstrous entity,

Apparently you know very little as to my true identity,

The fallacies of gossip are ridiculous and false,

I do have emotions. I do have a heart. And it does have a pulse.

I’m not one to boast of my good deeds,

Another braggart this world does not need,

Recognition of them goes unnoticed, with that I’m fine,

But when you tear me down, it breaks this heart of mine,

Far from perfection am I, but so are you,

Damn it! Look at me and see what’s true,

Quit going off of what certain fools say,

Yes it’s true I live life in my own certain way,

Yet that doesn’t make me this monster of which you hear,

Too many people unhappy in their own life have whispered in your ear,

Cut me and I’ll bleed. Beat me and I will feel the pain,

Continue to break me down until nothing of me remains,

I don’t speak ill of you,

So why is it of me that you do?

-brad