Atrocity

Why can't anyone see who i am?
Why do you pretend i'm not here?
Now i am filled with all your atrocities
i don't want your generosity

And when i'm acknowledged
no one ever is kind
and you know what i need to unwind

All your atrocities lead to my agony
it's myself that i need to find
but i've searched the world
i seem to be lost
and all of my thoughts are confused
i look in your eyes
you seem to be lost
and all of my thoughts are of you

so what do i do?

because when i'm acknowledged
no one ever is kind
you know what i need to unwind

so what should we do?

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