Scorned

Ghost in cornerReflecting a strong side of meFlame is lostI wish for once of differenceLack of self-confidenceThis scene grew fastStill look for lightEveryone reliefs hateI'm forced to walk among this creaturesThe well of strength vaporized to dustA new dawn comes sweeping inDelivers a deep breathEyes faint open, body feels decrepitI'm taking the same way as the days beforeReady to take some of the bruises, ready to be out to scornWill they ever stop[Words be Tobias Netzell]