Blister

[deepengravings]

Screaming heard from below
a family of mistakes
drowned out by the running bath
but what difference could i make

to them i am a blister
they look to me with disgust
i am only painful to them
the last person they would trust

when the lights go out in spite
obsessed with their hate
they continue to fight
I don't think they know who they're fighting for
mindlessly, blindedly, follow the war

I am only an itch
waiting to be scratched
annoying and disruptive
my disturance can't be matched

A sickness
diseased and contagious
i'd stand up
but i'm afraid to be courageous

hate me, loath me
i don't care anymore
you think you know what you see
but you can;t see my core

I am but blister in your mind
and i hope it hurts
an itch you cannot scratch
and i hope it hurts