The Banished poet... so you ask why?
Secrets my eyes have seen,
From places I have been,
Painful history past,
My future has no chance to rest.
A thousand tears I have cast.
Nightmares Live inside my head.
A sorrowful heart, beating in my chest.
Living would sometimes be better, if I were dead.
Living would sometimes be better.
Once I felt what could have been,
Now I feel naked within.
Banished Am I.
Banished I Am.
I have no kind,
No kind will have me.
That is why,
Everywhere I have been,
I must flee.
This is why, I am banished.