Listen,
It's been eight years,
Declined life, throughout all off my fears.
In this kinda rap- assertive
Motived essay-poem,
I want to assure you all, that throughout my
Missery,

You and me-
Are part off earth's history.
You are not- me.
And you have never been
Never witnessed all the horrors
And the bullies and the monsters,
Living in your scene-
Made me fade from strong to standing small
Made me fight, while I fright, throughout it all.

As if I care what your hat looks like, frilled with lace,
And then about the schmink, and the powder on your
Pettitte little widow-face.

So for the audience, now for the crew and the crowd.
I'm pumped up with anger,
wish to slap you in the face
Enraged- like Eminem rap, it's time to
Shout all off that out loud.

And with my Super-Anger, I will grace
Those who thought they where - on the good side off sane.
In their narrowmindedness, over nothing-
My head, mind and illusion will re-wane.
(Pathetic, isn't it?)

Yours sincerely,
- Maaike de Vries-
(S.t.a.r.l.i.g.h.t.)