It’s what you are, it’s who you are, you’re darkness is what brings the scar, it’s what you represent, I’m glad you were sent, to show me just your irrelevance.
You have no love, you’re the black kind of dove, the opposite of good, and all this time I never quite knew exactly where I stood.
Your darkness spreads like a disease, the people you touch they feel unease, it’s what you are, it’s who you are, your darkness and cruelty brings the scar.
I realize now there’s no need to hate, any part of you, because you’re that sad soul, you want us all to feel just like you.
But in my life you will not win, this scar now begins to heal, my bright star, love and light you always tried to steal.
I know this now, and see things clear, to think that at one point you were so dear, but it’s what you are, it’s who you are, your darkness is exactly what brings the scar, I’m glad now that you were sent, to show me just your irrelevance.
Brett Miller Lambadgee