I am a book that no one knows

I am a road you hope goes somewhere so take me slow

I am a toy shelfed up alone

I am a spirit with nobody or heaven to go

I know I’m manicly depressed over dramatic always hating everything

Look in the mirror and then scrub to see it clearer just to see my worst enemy

I am a hand that no one holds

I am a artist with no canvas or clay left to mold

I am a chorus no one knows

I am teacher with new lessons but materials

Old and battered

Worn and tattered

Words of the wise for nobody

My legacy will be made of glass

You can all take turns breaking me to the past

I know I’m manicly depressed over dramatic always hating everything

Look in the mirror and then scrub to see it clearer just to see my worst enemy

Was inside me

I know I’m manicly depressed over dramatic always hating everything (was inside me)

Look in the mirror and then scrub to see it clearer just to see my worst enemy (was inside me)

What’s inside me, this thing