Everyday I pray that no one can see,
The horrible things that lie within me.
Made by the cold, black heart that can’t be seen,
But pumps anger, hate and pain into my very being.
Every morning I put on a fake smile,
Just to hide what I really am for a while.
Until I can get back to the safety of my house,
Where the thing can begin to arouse.
All I ever wanted was a little peace,
A little time when this burden will cease.
But apparently I’m not good enough for that,
And I’m tired of all this combat.
Tired of fighting to keep control,
Tired of fighting for my very soul.
Everyday I feel like banging my head against the wall,
Just for the chance to feel something different or nothing at all.
The saddest part is that this will never end,