Cyrus Dali Vesuvala - Mental Scars

They’ve called you every cruel name from cynic to snob
Their words and looks, like needles large and small
Leave you with the feeling you gotta be a slob
And your jokes just never raise no laughs at all
When your smallest faults are magnified, distorted, advertised
And you cannot hope to do a thing that’s right
When everyone’s against you, every action criticized
And the only path left to you is to fight
(So you fight, oh you fight...)
Then your lips become the tighter and your answers short and rude
And each one in his own uncaring blindness
Thinks that you’re impossible, so you taste solitude
When all they had to do was try some kindness
Why don’t they understand their cruel jokes cut you through and through
Though they may not believe it, you can feel
And every time the seeing blind pull a cruel one on you
Your mental scars take a longer time to heal
Why don’t they understand their cruel jokes cut you through and through
Though they may not believe it, you can feel
And every time the seeing blind pull a cruel one on you
Your mental scars take a longer time to heal

Written by:
Cyrus Vesuvala

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