Daisies

Every day we hear the sounds,
Words that we wish to be told,
Coming imaginably from the voices.
Tell me what you see of me,
Let me know what I am showing.
Give it up,
I don't have strings,
You cannot pull me the way you want me to go.
We waste our words,
Attacking,
Convulsing.
You don't understand what I'm trying to say,
I don't know what you mean.
Leave it be,
It's been dead for some time.
Kicking at it will do no good.
Why tell me that I'm so messed up,
I see it,
I live it,
I know it.
So give me your verbal beating,
And take your precious time.
It isn't as if I haven't heard it all before,
What difference does it make once or twice?
I'll have you know your words only prick.
Who am I to let them through to me,
Who am I to show there's always something wrong?
Why do you tell me I've screwed it over again,
I know when to beat myself up.
My heart's gone stiff,
So hard,
So cold.
It's no good to crack it,
It takes no effort to freeze over again.
Can't you see why I do this to you?
But even after you still won't leave me be.
Do you feel accomplished to know you can fuel the fire?
Anyone can make me angry.
Can you really see inside of me?
Do you see my personal demons,
My twisted discolored soul?
Take your gaze away from me,
Let me fall to the ground.
Everything that's inside of me,
It's kept tight within a thin black vase.
Say good-bye,
Watch me fall,
A vile blackened rose among the sweet daisies.