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I feel defeated, mistreated, all from those who are conceited

Obsessed with their qualities, their fallacies of themselves

And now that these people stake their claims on the up n on higher shelves

I am stuck here in tears as my emotion steers me veering off course

The pain; it’s searing and it’s obviously appearing so

Because I get plenty of pity; false concern

It deters me from living live leisurely

Rather I’m stuck here giving my life over to seizure and arrest

I’m detested by them all; no interest at all

It’s pathetic, synthetic, becoming kinetic

I’m soon going to need a medic

As they slay me, they flay me, they play me for what I’m worth

It’s not every day we wish we were dead

But with everything that’s happened; that’s going through my head

My heart’s turned to lead and No matter what’s said

I’m still stuck being nothing

Worthless in a hospital bed