

Unwavering, Untrue OptimismThe aftershock hits me like a bullet through the back I am dead inside, I used to counterfeit my laughter, now nothing I was sure to smile inanely to myself in dissimulate optimism And at those who have helped me fall into a self destructive cycle that will end meUnwavering, Untrue Optimism
False smiles turned into real rain upon my ripped-whole heart As my mind drew closer to the obvious truth I cowered Not from others, but from myself I hid, hating this phony life Which I led, believing somewhere there was a place for me
Distress decreases as the paroxysm sears my life from my bones Replacing it with


Feel, Not ShowI once had a voice I tried to explain but was cut short By thousands of angry cries who refuse to believe. I can not feel the pain, I know nothing of this I talk no more, I will never talk again for it hurts themFeel, Not Show
I do not show, this does not mean I do not feel My heart encased in virile steel it cannot be viewed I burn inside, but I do not try to halt its frenzied spread I throw myself into masochistic stints to further its diffusion
For your own protection I do not speak the truth For my own protection the blood flows Not having this release I am surely deceased