A box room
Here there is nothing but doom
It's dark black walls are wet
Where mold and rain and hate have met.
This is where i come alone
To sit in a corner on a floor of stone.
Outside i listen to the voices clank
I hate it all, their voices are rank.
She is not special or great
I'm sick of her being the center of debate
I apologize for not being her or anything alike
Her greatness makes me want to impale her on a spike.
Too much in common and nothing i am
So here in the box room i stay until damned
I will wait for judgment and be laid to rest
Away from the voices where they will set a test
Waiting for me to breakout and hurt them all
I wont I'll stay in my box room small.