You do not know anything about me Nor about how hard it is to inhabit my skin And have the company of so many demons, for so long That hell has become an everyday You don't know what it's like to have ghosts of the future and the past Surrounding your sleep And not even about the nausea that punches my stomach What do you know about the fear of beginnings? What do you know about the fear of fins? What about the fear of being afraid? What the hell do you know about what it's like to be strong as steel Even in the midst of so much erosion? About spreading strength around the world carrying weakness in your own being? You do not know anything about me So shut up while you watch my tragic parade through life!