Ghost in corner
Reflecting a strong side of me
Flame is lost
I wish for once of difference

Lack of self-confidence
This scene grew fast
Still look for light
Everyone reliefs hate
I'm forced to walk among this creatures
The well of strength vaporized to dust

new [bad word] sweeping in
Delivers a deep breath
Eyes faint open, body feels decrepit
I'm taking the same way as the days before
Ready to take some of the [bad word]  ready to be out to scorn
Will they ever stop

[Words be Tobias Netzell]