My Pain Is Me

(My pain is me)

I can't show them,
No, no I can't,
They won't believe me,
They won't understand
The reason why I am so calm,
How I've come to deal

(With myself).

My eyes have twisted
Into seeing, only mystic
Things and beings, escaping reality,
Because it's easier to generalize
Than to ask myself

(About myself):

What bothers me?
So, I stare out at the world
And suffer all its evils,
Rather than the demons

(I possess)

That truly cause me pain.
I don't know exactly what
It is that truly pains me

(I've always covered up);

Things I didn't want to see,
Things I did not want to hear

(Like the fact that I mean nothing);

The only thing I fear

(I fear the inevitable,
I fear the, cannot change).

Maybe I fear my destiny

(It's making me deranged,
The thoughts that mean
I will be nothing),

Or just simply

(That there is no simple thing,
All there is, you must cope with
And all there is, is, hard,
Hard to struggle over)

Something hard to over-climb

(That thing is life,
Which has withered and worked me
To skin and bone;
Life, drains my life,
Until I'm nothing),

Something hard to see

(Coming at me with no rest,
Is the truth which lies in me:
The truth is that I will die
And leave no truth behind.
These false things will consist of
Poems, full of only mind),

Because I was too scared to

(Discover the emotions inside,
So I made up feelings
That I do not really feel,
So I could be far away--far away from real,
And, the truth which eats at me;
The gore which will come:
The truth is I've succumb and died, because I was too scared to)

Live outside my lie.