Ashamed

 Change my view points, and make me true
Then maybe I'll feel more like you 
 Stop conforming me like some kind of glue 
Get the fuck off of me, because I'm tired if being screwed 

Take me down the road of pain ,letting my mind drift
Only then leading me into a world where dreams are through the rift,
Of my tall-tale realities where discomfort turns to just bloodied wrists 
A nasty reminder of what a scar is 

But, let's go back to the moments where I felt wanted 
Because when she's gone, I'm the sexually bonded
Feel me up, And then leave me haunted 
With nothing but a horrors of being touched and taunted 

Blinded, I walk down the path of destruction 
Only leading me to nothing but a hurtful abduction 
Of mixed emotions confused into needing another expressive construction 
I await for my new design, yet even then I am nothing