• They say that feeling like this is wrong.
    They say I'm here because I need help.
    They say I need to quit.
    They say it goes against human nature.
    They say everything I've done is wrong.
    They say it makes no sense.

    What did I do?
    Why am I here?
    What's wrong with me?
    What do they want from me?
    Where is my blade?
    Why can't I have it?
    I want it, I need it.
    I want to see my blood.

    They smile and pretend that everything's okay.
    "Code Green," they yell, and lock us in our rooms.
    We listen and wait as tables thud and voices shout.
    Finally, it's silent and we are allowed to leave--see the destruction.
    The pieces are scattered and furniture overturned.

    What did I do?
    Why am I here?
    What's wrong with me?
    What do they want from me?
    Where is my blade?
    Why can't I have it?
    I want it, I need it.
    I want to see my blood.