The truth is hidden until proven wrong Pain concealed, there lies a mask instead On his lips forever there was a song Deep down his heart continually plead
At certain times the mask was firmly placed But alone it fell to pieces through tears When the time came to go home his heart raced Fueled by continual vivid fears
He found himself in a circular room Corners were no longer there to hide in No one knew he would end it with a boom For not knowing some felt a burning sin
Some of us heard with no tears of sorrow Others know they'll not forget tomorrow
I did not know this boy personally but he committed suicide in high school and I felt horrible for never knowing his pain or getting to know him and help.