To be Great is To be Misunderstood

Rejected
Always feeling neglected
Never good enough
My life is tough
Heart with a thousand knives
It no longer strives
Feeling like I am going to die
I want to rip out my eyes
Never to see what pain happens in front of me
Living life like a peice of debris
Shadow of darkness reals me in
I no longer have strength within
A constant war
With nothing to stand for
I fight inside
In which both sides collide
No direction
I have lost all affection
Now my heart  is made of stone
Never caring if I am unkown

Imperfect

I am I prefect for you, just the way I am
Or am I an ugly clam
What should I change?
Or am I just to strange
Will you accept me
Or does my love come with a fee
To take me for what you see
Or is it to a certain degree
For you, must I put a bag over my face
Because I am such a disgrace
Break my bone and build me back up
For my life will be in death's cup