The pang in my chest
The ringing in my ears
The message loud and clear:
You don’t understand me.
The daggers in your eyes
The distance in your voice
I haven’t got a choice:
Find another place to be.

A place in my mind
Too discrete for anyone to find,
The secrets that I keep
Of myself buried deep.

Your resistance is my defeat;
I stand alone against your army.
Round in circles, I retreat
Hell below is at my feet
A trace of heaven I could see,
Now just your face staring
Blankly at me.