blood boils through my veins.
Hidden humiliation gives me pain.
To all those sweetness it is thick as a paint.
Just thinking about it makes me faint.

To all the sweet smiles.
Great evil and manipulation ties.
To a pride so high above the sky.
Setting things to make a white lie.

To all the encouragement.
becomes an insulting judgement.
Trying to make things perfect to be respected.
And trying to be someone who will likely be loved.