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Alone in this house I feel scared
Alone in this place I feel a deep tear
In my soul as they peer inside
No where is safe, I want to just hide
They peer through the windows and make me feel sick
My flaws, my insecurities is what they pick
Watched by misses and misters
Eyes of judgement and weighted whispers
I close the door, but they jump to the windows
They watch through it all, my highs and my lows
But the lows they just laugh and I scream and I cry
Why can't they pay attention to the high
So I sit in a cage that's made out of glass
And I want to leave, get away from here fast
But I cower in my cage like a lion in a zoo
The stress of my life hurts me, I'm not getting through
Please stop looking at me, I'm not looking my best
The constant stress of not being fully blessed
The shattered glass reflects on my bleeding skin
But nobody notices the state that I'm in
On display, I'm a nameless piece of meat
A toll on my life, my soul takes a beat
Through the poking and prodding
The painful talking
My revenge after death I'm slowly plotting
The words swallowed me whole and I felt all alone
Please can I just go home
Tell me to sit down, I'm strapped to this chair
An endless highway, I'm going nowhere
The judgers aren't the only ones spectating
I'm my own weapon, just self deprecating
They tell me to make my own jokes
My happiness, it's all a big hoax
But my smiles are fake, my laughs are too high
And deep inside, I just want to cry
But that's not entertaining
So pull that grin on your face
And get back in your place
Don't be a big disgrace
They mock and they taunt
What more could they want
The shadows behind me, they daunt
So put on that smile and stay for a while
Give them what you're willing to take from yourself
Even if it leaves your soul in a pile
You're on display
You're on display
Alone in this place I feel a deep tear
In my soul as they peer inside
No where is safe, I want to just hide
They peer through the windows and make me feel sick
My flaws, my insecurities is what they pick
Watched by misses and misters
Eyes of judgement and weighted whispers
I close the door, but they jump to the windows
They watch through it all, my highs and my lows
But the lows they just laugh and I scream and I cry
Why can't they pay attention to the high
So I sit in a cage that's made out of glass
And I want to leave, get away from here fast
But I cower in my cage like a lion in a zoo
The stress of my life hurts me, I'm not getting through
Please stop looking at me, I'm not looking my best
The constant stress of not being fully blessed
The shattered glass reflects on my bleeding skin
But nobody notices the state that I'm in
On display, I'm a nameless piece of meat
A toll on my life, my soul takes a beat
Through the poking and prodding
The painful talking
My revenge after death I'm slowly plotting
The words swallowed me whole and I felt all alone
Please can I just go home
Tell me to sit down, I'm strapped to this chair
An endless highway, I'm going nowhere
The judgers aren't the only ones spectating
I'm my own weapon, just self deprecating
They tell me to make my own jokes
My happiness, it's all a big hoax
But my smiles are fake, my laughs are too high
And deep inside, I just want to cry
But that's not entertaining
So pull that grin on your face
And get back in your place
Don't be a big disgrace
They mock and they taunt
What more could they want
The shadows behind me, they daunt
So put on that smile and stay for a while
Give them what you're willing to take from yourself
Even if it leaves your soul in a pile
You're on display
You're on display
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Writer(s): Ethan Jewell
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