As i look out over the horizon
What i see was truly like a prison
The illusion of freedom imposed around me
Was these chains that binds me

As a fool, i thought anger was what is within
and the facade i use was kindness,
But as time pass by, the true self is not the anger within
But it was the kindness I showed, and such is my foolishness

As i thought of these things i wonder
What would this anger mean, i ponder
A defense mechanism made to guard my inner youth
To mask and hide, what was really the truth