self esteem

I will explode to all that comes to my end. Getting balled at where ever I go. I am not the one to be blamed, only the one to beat. I know I'm being used but everyone is playing with me. I wonder if my friends are dead to me but there I lay on the death board. There I stand on the fire, seeing people that look alive but there just not looking at me. I see my soul in the door, it points to me and kills me. But I see that I still stand where the gates are at, where I will die of shame and everyone is laughing at me. All is going to fall as you see the death star, where there will be sticks in your heart and explode as I.