Bottling my emotions down deep.
Keeps me from becoming to weak.
Only strengths I have are on the surface.
Making others laugh whilst I seemed so perfect.
\"It\'s a phase\" they say.
\"You\'ll get over it one day.\"
But how do I tell them, they\'re wrong.
It\'s a cruel joke, being torn for this long.
I\'ll proved them wrong, by escaping this legendary prison.
I am a free man, once committed for this high treason.
Upon ones self creating a mutiny, worthy of a captain.
These aspirations alas fell through, not knowing of what happened.
But I was the lucky one.
Set free, after all that I have done.
Patching the gaping holes of a once torn soul.
Through all the loss and pain I am done...I have completed my goal.