Madness blooms within the triumphs
Which never seem to come to pass
Despite the efforts, so much remains the same
In days which seem repetitive and unchanging
Smiles become masks which feel like home
For I've become familiar with hiding myself away
Even at times when I'm most myself
Until I feel like I'm winning the war of losing my way
But, I know just what I'm fighting for
Against myself, and against the world
Despite my losses, I will rage
Through every sorrow, until my last breath
For though, at times, Fate can be so cruel
It's never so much as I am to myself
And when it seems there is nothing left to destroy
The only thing left to do is rebuild