you don't know me.
you don't know the scars that mar me,
the blood I've shed for you.
I hate you.

What gives you the right,
to stand there and look
down
on
me.

You are not better than me.

I will walk by you with my head high,
because that
is
what
I
Deserve.

you are not better than me,

When your knuckles break my skin
I could laugh.
ha.

you are not better than me.

so when I cross this floor,
im gone for good.

because when I leave,
it's for Me.