Living though this life
like a hermit in the wild
my angers, fears, and sorrowfulness rife,
yet my expression still smiles.

I scream out in agony
my emotional face defiled
my councilor in gallantry
is none yet myself's child.

As a dark dank chamber
beneath the great floor tiled.
While visitors unaware the danger,
think that I am so mild.

I style this my entire life
beneath the skin so wild
the hidden things remain so rife,
yet I force to show a smile.