Many say we learn from our mistakes

But mine are more than I can take.



They spoke a joke that threatened my fragile heart.

When threatened I retaliate.

When I retaliate, they call me a racist..

How great is this feeling called hate...



I can't seem to make people enjoy my presence

Because I am never present, always absent lost in my mind.

How can I find true joy when I lack the confidence?

The confidence to show true defiance and a face so radiant.



All the questions I have are answered painfuly so I never ask.

All the pain within me is held prisoner by my strong heart,..

The smile on my face is just a good mask I wear hiding the devil inside.

The miles I run are cycles with no end, circles have no end.

Imagine reliving this pain, over and over again.

Afraid to tell any for none ever will understand.