under

look up at yourself.
when you look again you wont see me.
ill be gone and out away from you.
as long as that makes you happy.
i know nothing else will.
i've tried everything.

if you see someone on the street.
with a guitar dressed in black.
know thats what you created.
not what i chose.

if i look like im willing to do anything.
to sacrifice what you did.
dont be shocked.
it was your fault.
just remember you made what i am.
i had no choice...

im choosing my own lifestyle.
just stop pressuring me to hate myself.
i already have hate toward you.

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the writing i have been pushing my pencils to write
have all been a story told about you.
if you haven't noticed the anger and depression in them
there is no way that you would have seen that.
because you asked me questions
questions that beheld my emotions.
and i just left.

you kept me in tact with your wandering eye.
wondering where i was going or what i was doing.

you never just leave me alone.
or let me roam through fields anymore.
its because of a small thing.
that led to something bigger.

i cant believe you deprived me of such great happiness.
due to a small consideration.

if you dont see the hatred i write about in this.
i dont think you ever will...