Weird

Weird
for what shall I be
I am not me
when this story ends
I shall be depressed
for a knives tale
down a lonely street
shall make what we think is weird
he was happy he was nice
you don’t know me
you never have
try to cripple an assault
on your dreams
what is weird
will we ever know
I wont
for I have been laid to rest
for you shall keep searching
but my time is up
no one shall know me
not now not ever
for expression
will come to those who hate
but hate shall seal your fate