You don’t see
What hides inside of me
What’s tattered and torn
And locked deep away
Fear you could never comprehend
Constantly reminded of
The monster I am
Of what I will never be
Don’t tell me I’m a white hat
I am blind to the side of good
Don’t mistake me for a hero
I’ve done what no one should
You think it’s easy
To lower the walls
To let you in
And show
I’m broken
And can’t shed a tear
I don’t know
How to rebuild
When I can’t break down
And let anyone in
I’m broken
So let me be
You look at me
Like I can be saved
When anyone should know
I deserve my pain
How can I convince you
That I’m not the person you think
That deep down inside me
Nothing can change
Numb within the static
Enveloped in this shame
And I cannot find my way
I stay within the shadows
Where my deepest fear do play
And please for me
Save your kind words
And try to see
I’m broken
And can’t shed a tear
I don’t know
How to rebuild
When I can’t break down
And let anyone in
I’m broken
So let me be
Letting go of a past
That strangles all my dreams
That pulls me towards the devil’s grasp
You can’t save me
I’m too far gone
Don’t waste your time on me
Because who could ever love
A monstrous beast
Like me
Will Van Stone Jr
Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.
