A lot of things happened.
Things my mind cannot comprehend.
Like a kid in a knight's armour trying to pretend.
Or a small calendar nearing it's yearend.

I'm lost and no one wants to listen.
Everytime i open up, they think I'm joking
No one will understand the devil's pain.
Nor the guilt, sorrow, and despair that I obtain.

I'm the "happy" person that everybody gets by
You can always see me laugh and smile
Little did they know that every once in a while
My biggest smile holds my loudest cry