There is something you should understand about the way I work.

When you need me, but do not want me, I will stay.
When you want me, but no longer need me, then I must go.

It's rather sad, really, but there it is.

People always told me to reach for the sky.
Each time I would try, I would only fall and cry.

But still, I didn't give up and tried harder every day.
I would try and try every possible way.

One day it finally happened, I finally reached the sky and flew.
When I was up there all I saw was clouds and blue, lots of blue.

When I could fly no longer I began to fall, down and down.
How big of a fool I was to think I could actually fly, as I fell I took one last look around.

Right before I hit the ground I took my final breath and stared at the coming brown.
That night, for the first time in my life, I became the talk of the town.

*I only realize now that you can only crash, when you try to fly.

I lose control of the primal rage inside of me.
It frightens others and causes them to flee, including myself.
It's something I try to hide so no one will ever see.
But when it escapes, I know only I can catch it and put it back on my shelf.

When I see it again all we do is stare at one another.
We just stand and wait for the first move.
I stop and smile, after all he's the only one I can call my brother.
He submits and smiles back knowing he has no more to prove.

Losing control isn't that bad after all.
Sometimes you can even gain a long lost brother.
After losing control I thought the only way to solve it was to brawl.
But in the end I couldn't be happier with any other.

The dark me is hard to reach,
for I buried him oh so deep.
I refuse to right poems about him, for he might breach.
I want him deep inside me, for me to keep.

You know the true me, you know my name.
So why do you taunt me like this is some game?

You see through my disguise and discover my pain.
You say my pain is as normal as the summer rain.

But I do not feel that way at all,
for my pain keeps me feeling oh so small.

So tiny and unimportant I feel,
but here you've come, to help me heal.

So together we stand each wearing a disguise.
That to me, was a most pleasant surprise.

I wear a mask to hide my true identity.
I do so to give myself a false sense of serenity.

The face I wear, is a constant lie.
A lie I'm starting to no longer deny.

The lie inside grows and grows,
but it only increases my woes.

I hide myself so no one can see.
I would never want them to see the real me.

The mask I wear is no longer a lie,
for my real face I've said goodbye.

As I start to believe my own lies,
the real me only cries and cries.

Soon I'll be nothing but a mask, a lie,
so real even your own eyes couldn't deny.

As I say goodbye to the real me,
I only hope that someday I will be free.