My Gun, Your Bullets

I can feel your eyes on my face. I can sense the laughter in this place. I can see disgust in your eyes, as they stare straight back to mine. I feel the prick of your fingers pointing at my back: 揥orthless!? I抣l speak up, just not with my voice. Time to talk back. Crush all that I am, because all I am is not all you are. And now all that抯 left of me is only what you抳e chosen to leave be. So leave me in my ruins: just a mound of flesh. So leave me in my ruins: my prison of flesh. But I抦 breaking free, and you抮e helping me. My hand holds the gun, your hate pulls the trigger. My life is over, it抯 about time I speak up. Worthless.