To be or not to be

To be? Or not to be? Is that the question?

Telling me how I should live my life and, who should be a part of it. You must have lost it.

With so many people invading my space. Because there's a line. Damn, y'all just fucking crossed it. I admit I dug a deep hole and I jumped the fuck in. But you held the shovel that buried me in sin. Now all I see when you look at me. Your eyes trying to find another way to judge me. Does all that spinning around in you mind make you nauseous. Maybe when you see I'm not there. You will realize you were the ones that were toxic
All my life. I have been punished for doing me. Never had a single thought for myself. Only ones that have been offered to me. So born to never lead. But to always follow. Now look at the shell you created so distant and hollow. To know that your life is a slave to sorrow. Truth hurts and that's a hard pill to swallow.

Metal core, pop