I cry for help, and plea for a friend.
But no one is there to lend a hand...
I try to stand, but no one understands me.
They all sheild their ears from my helpless pleas.
They all flee and run away from me. Leaving me to deal with my misery. While being able to only confine in me. Because their eyes do not see the pain that lays inside of me. They do not feel the burning pain of the melancholy. They just see the loser or weirdo that is me.
They're so phony picking on me who's so homely. Abusing a person who's already down and lonely. With no one around to love me. No one around to hold me. Just painful words and violent fists to greet me, so when I cry I do so cry discreetly. So my persecutors do not see me. For this would make me seem weak in the eyes of my enemy's. This action would only condemn me. As they beat me repeatedly letting their words and their violent brutal fists completely destroy me. Constantly they mock and knock me to the floor which greets me with open arms, but does not shelter me from harm. So as passerbys do look alarmed, they also do little to keep me from harm.
So as i look into the faces of my opressor's as they beat me. It is me who feels complete pity because even though I'm lonely at least I love me, but still I can't help but wish anyone! Just anyone could hear my muffled cries! I simply just wish that anyone! Just anyone could simply just hear me... that anyone just anyone could help me!