No matter how hard i try i exist only in my dreams
Im like a unused quill with no destination of words
No matter how much times i try to conceal it with ink
Its no good
It remains dry like my haters
They push me down so i vanish
Banish from society
But i remain strong
Sometimes i feel like giving up
No matter what i do i cant fix it
No words are strong enough to break this barrier
So is it in my blood?
Do i even exist?
Or am i in a new dimension where the worst creatures are
No matter how hard i try i dont exist anymore...