This poem is wrote happily
can't you tell by the suffering and pain imparted on me?
=) come on i look happy right
with the noose drawn up so tight
as i strain to smile can't u see my joy
as i realize i have been used by the world like a toy
well its time to stop playing around, and the world having its fill
but give me the chance turn your back fey world and i will kill
kill you and destroy you for playing around with me
no more messing around this is serious i won't be happy i won't do what I'm told get out shotguns send out the S.W.A.T. teams and make me see what happens
u may think torturing me is filling
but when guns blaze and bombs go off you watch who is doing the killing! .
am i not the happiest one who lives in you world?