Korn

I look in the crowd. I dont see anyone. Why isnt she being loud? I am bow. I am done. Make up streaks. Stage creeks. Look in the mirrior. I slide down the wall. Fighting off the urges. Run out. Go run a hot bath. Lower my head and wonder if I was really that bad of a daughter. I open my eyes under the water and stare up. The water stings my...