My pain is subtle and no one knows
I know not what the world holds
I'm not sure with all the hoes
In which way the world will fold
I keep my faith in humanity
But all they show me is their insanity
I can bear witness to only so much
But who will bear witness to such?
I hide my pain with a smile
And even keep it in my files
I fool the mass with my act
But surely this won't be Fact
How far shall I Fall
Before my life goes down that Hall?
I witness people's pain
I bear witness to their Gains
I love without fear
And hate no dear.
My inhuman actions are my Fault
Yet no one bothers to Halt
I see the violence and faults of humans
Is this what makes us inhuman?
I see the fights
I see people take Flight
It kills me on the inside to see people die
If only I could help people to not lie
Then I would'nt fell this pain inside
I am not making this a big deal but why do people lie? Play games? Cheat? Deceive? Do we learn nothing from the past in which to better our self`s with? Do we even have anything inside?