Pick myself up amidst closed doors
bruised from kicks for I looked dwarfed
their ego projection of what most are scared to explore
to exist on empty, to try to be internally restored
when patience in pain only remains in store
a larva core to phoenix soar, or maybe wings torn
so I pray that the thorns will be rose adorned
though I know people rather morn then applaud
but fuck, like me they have to deal with the fact I was the sperm born
so sock it to the hordes, like I'm watching porn
I'm still me of course, I still rather walk away then live gripping angers sword
an easy target but not without cause.