I have died a million times.
And every time, my smile lies.
You see the mask, it covers my insides.
You fail to penetrate my disguise .
Even now, I rot away.
Dead again, but not to stay.
How much failure must I replay?
Too much debt. I can't repay.
My shell is cracked. Inside I burn.
Hatred seething, unconcerned.
I scream out, but no one turns.
For sweet relief, my spirit yearns.
After hate, my sadness falls.
In the darkness, in my halls.
You think you've broken down my walls
But I moved them. Where? I can't recall.
