Nothing
I know I'm not what you want
That much is plain to see
From the look upon your face
And the disgust in your eyes
You look at me like I'm nothing
You look at me like I'm a disease
I need to be forgotten, eradicated
Demolished, erased
Perhaps I am a disgrace
An embarassment to those I know
Always on the inside
Forever hidden
(c) 1999 Precidia
