Somehow my pain helped build your empire

You built your castle on the ruins of my desire

My heart is your wasteland, an ever burning fire

Black smoke in my lungs rising higher and higher

My brain is a toxic dump, that is yet to expire

My eyes see pitch black, the color you admire

Black like my soul, the color of a skillful liar

My feet are dead roots that keep getting drier and drier

My face deformed, attacked by barbed wire

More painful than a wound from a point blank gunfire

Now my soul is an endless black hole

My heart filled with pain but I still find it funny.....

Funny how this isn't the first time

That I let you get away with such a hideous crime

That you left me feeling like a suicidal mime

Left me terrified like a kid at her prime, terrified of the monsters that slime after bedtime

But the only monster I've come to fear is you....

I fear that time my life was like a thriller; caught in suspense

Where everything I thought I knew made no sense

Where people l loved blocked me outside their fence

I was left alone, blinded by hatred and ignorance

Thought I was nobody; a person of no importance

So I ran to you, and made my heart at your dispense

I thought I was whole again, but my wonderland was a pretense

When people thought I was crazy, I waited for your defense

But what a shame, It never came, you're so to blame, for staining my name and diminishing my flame

Now I'm alone, heart turned to stone, illness unknown, no symptoms shown, emotionally drained and damaged to the bone

-The_Outkast