You ponder why I’m quiet

Why I’m always by myself

It’s because I’m fighting demons

Until the cold recesses of night

You inquire why I’m angry

Why I’m always raging mad

It’s because I’m sick of people

I’m sick of their façades

You wonder why I’m struggling

Why I’m hurting by myself

It’s because I’m scared of hurting you

If you only knew the truth

The End

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