Everyday we struggle through life
Thinking everything was all clean and nice
But one day Santa came to me and said
Everything�s gonna be okay like it always did
Later on when I grew up I did realize
Santa was just a mirage in my eyes
Something I would really love to see
Saying only the things I want to hear
Deep inside theres something strange
I feel its holding me at the back of my head
Something deep and dark arises
I dont think I no longer can control it
My personality is just being what it wants to be
What it was meant for it to be
Something I tried to hide
Something I tried my best to deny
Bearing what I had to hold
Concealment is not really part of my thing
I thought everyone else did the same
But what I notice is when you try to hind
The things get worst and worst deep inside
You want to scream and let it all out
But everyone is looking and judging out loud
How can one fully express them?
Not holding any darker then life itself.
