Oh, it tears me apart,
When people talk like they know.
But they know only nothing,
From the devilish social flow.
They've come to ask me things,
Expecting a cheerful answer.
Their face an empty canvas,
I shut them out, they're only blanker.
I get so furious everytime,
Their mouths run a marathon.
They think they're helping me,
But they're only slabs to walk on.
I hate it when I get a look,
Of pity from those of barren thoughts.
They believe they've gotten to me,
But too bad I knocked over their blocks.
It's not a simple matter,
To be spoken of so loudly.
Because they've made a shining star,
Become dark and cloudy.
But to those who truly know,
I appreciate your understanding.
To those who's mouths keep moving,
You should feel lucky you're standing.