I lived in my cold dark world for my entire life.
Feeble, absentminded, indifferent, and apathetic are what I am
After shunning the outside world for all its transgression towards me.
I survived through "drifting through life": doing what I am told, agreeing to whatever argument I find myself in, keeping whatever opinion I hold to myself
so that the situation I'm in will be over
and I can get back to my shell, my refuge
My world.
My world, my sanctuary,
my seguro haven until an intruder tried to break in
My mother telling me to let her and my "loved ones" in.
What do I do?
What do I do?
The panic sets in; my world will be invaded
raped
dirtied por the people that "love" me!
What do I do?
What do I do?
animais that are territorial bare their fangs or reveal their claws, warning intruders to back off
or die.
Fight? You want me to fight?
No, YOU want you to fight
for something that you created
cleaned
perfected
made yours time and time again.
So here I stand, thrashing, punching, cursing, shoving, screaming
no, no, NO!
A word I never would have thought felt so good to force out of my soul
A word I never thought I needed until I had to defend what I truly wanted:
My dark cold world.