I have been mislead and misused
by those who are carefully designed
with the physic softness, tenderness and care
oh, how naive I can get
they carry knives, axes, nails
carved and planed sharply
pretending to be naive as I
they hide it behind me
slowly throwing bits of sharp objects
"not them" they would say
but, they laugh with joy
slowly they would past by me
this time, with sharper objects
"not them" they would say again
until one day, I saw them
one day they killed me
the person inside me
with every sharp object they can find
how painful it was
for every pain that I received
they would feel a sense of joy
I tried and tried to find a cure
but they kept coming to haunt me
and crave to kill me again
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