the rain pours down leaving this earth bringing beauty. my self shows just fear. my eyes close as i take to my path undetectable to my safe haven of feeling free of society's grip of death. i cant find a way to leave the grips of peoples lies. no matter where i run or how fast  or  try to fight it back. ill never have a place to be alone to recover alone with no people to get to my head. every ones words make you feel dead with nothing but weight crushing you till you lose it and go psychotic on the peoples who just weigh you down slowing you stopping you to making a different to make the world a better place