The Worm

You don't know how it feels to be me To be sitting on the edge dangling my feet Wondering if God would give His angels charge If I was feeling small If my mind was growing large I am the worm crawling through your head I am the worm crawling through your head You don't know how it feels to be me Having all these faces looking in to see Their eyes are white lit just like a torch To burn my soul which is thin and which is worn I am the worm crawling through your head I am the worm crawling through your head I am the worm crawling through your head I am the worm crawling through your head Take my life Take my life Take my life Before I take it myself You don't know how it feels to be me To be a poet nailed to this tree Where are my accusers those who ridicule Those who have learned to hate and curse this silly fool