Prison
 
Why must I be tortured
With this thing you call love?
Love was a test to me,
A test that could not be passed.
And my failure shall cost me my life.
On I shall live, but in darkness.
Love has stolen my light.
What made me me is gone.
The cold seeps into me
As I wander this pointless life.
I wander along, and sing of dark,
I sing of the lies, hate, and pain.
The teacher that gave me my test
Is the one I sing of.
The test, I passed, I did it all right.
But the teacher, marked it all wrong.
She did not want to see that I was the one.
She only wanted me to be like them
So she would have reason to hate me.
But I wasn’t.
Thus her denial has been my torture.
So this is my life.
And why must I be tortured?