Earwig - Sickhair

i don't like it when you look at me
i feel awkward, ugly
it's not a good time
you've caught me unprepared
there's blood on my clothes
sick on my hair
and i know that you've only come here to gloat
but just open your mouth
and i'll jumpd down you're throught
i wish you liked me
i wish you were scared of me
i can't get used to being on my own
i wish i was fifteen and had never left home
i can cope though
god i hope so
letters pictures, i sent them all
i was stricken
i hope you were sickened
but don't be scornful
it's too hurtful
don't be helpful
it's too painful
you've seen i'm a mess
and i've seen you can gloat now
let's see how far my fist can go down your throat
i'll get better though
god i hope so