Poetry In Motion

i think i am losing my grip on reality, im in a mental rage yet still a smiles all you'll see, Cuz i gotta show everyone that im a real nice guy, untill the day comes that everyone must die, since ive been botteling my anger up for far to many years, now im numb to my emotions and lost all of my fears, only looking forward to death thou no chance of suicide, since i know i cant with the countless times ive tried, so now im arming myself cuz I feel my bottels about to break, just call me Population Control cuz your soul im about to take, Unleash in a crowed killin everyone I see, all the while waiting for the cops to come and set me free, cuz ill keep fighting until they kill me dead, stopping the pain and silencing the voices in my head!