[shadow in the midst]: 279.Knives

they all crowd around
for what they wont see
all this imitation
is getting to me

i start breaking down
whenever they stare
im small and bland
u really shouldnt care

but you do anyways
like im someone else
maybe someone with fame
or poems that sells

today and yet before
forever no more
it pauses my life
yet cuts as a knife
creates marks and brands
the power in my hands
a cut to my heart
where it all had to start
to peal at my skin
until it goes thin
and lets way to the blade
slits through as serade
clean until blood streams
and the spine chilling screams
destroyign a persons will
and all of htis, just to kill~