They call me a monster They call me a beast They call me a criminal I have no right to speak They don't see anything more Than a broken old crook Their squirrels bite my branches Their rocks stop my brook They chew up my pencils right down to the quick A light flickers out of a fallen candlestick I smile when they ask I tell my friends I'm fine They don't realise my secret That I'm broken inside When will this be over When will I escape their den When will this be done When will the pain end When will the wind stop When will the stars align When will I grin again When will it be time When will my brook flow When will the glue stick When will I be more Than a fallen candlestick
All by me NOTE= You and the scratch team have no right to use my work, you must ask and definitely DO NOT use AI to improve this #stopscratchai
