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.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
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.
Pain is master
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