PSYCHO

I see what isn't there
No one yells yet I can hear
The silence screams my name
No one can feel my pain
Inside I'm a mess
Outside I try my best
Happiness made of plastic
Overly dramatic
Surrounded by the night
I see faces and try to fight
I close my eyes and yell, "GO!"
Everyone's a little psycho

A person inside my head
On panic it is fed
Red, the color of fear
The monsters draw near
Scars on my arms
I beg and it harms
Just let me be
One day I'll be free
I curl up and cry
All I want is to die
I've become my own foe
Everyone's a little psycho.