The lonely fish (part two)

Fed by demons in disguise
fed by fake and hateful lies
as the blood my wrists start to dry
sitting in bedroom corner another part of me dies

trapped in my room like a parrot to glue
none of you people understand me do you
none of you people could ever feel so blue
and still carry on
and do what I do

I'm put all away and I'm trapped in my mind
I talk to myself
and he responds in kind
can you see how I'm feeling
can you see how it's lined
can you see what my poems
are really behind

they're behind my self hate I cannot help but capture
as my life slowly rips and my soul slowly raptures
I'm inside a painting showing life at it's best
though it's all just a painting
and all of you actors

can you feel my life is dated
from the year of two thousand when I was first born
and my lust for life
can never be sated
I've been waiting for change in my life I have waited
you know who you are
no need to explain
it was always a fact
it was you who I hated.