• To the outside,
    I am emotionless.
    They probably think
    That my life is just darkness.

    To my friends,
    They know that I do feel
    As they see me breakdown,
    When my heart needs to heal.

    To the outside,
    I am so smart.
    They probably think
    That I have no heart.

    To my friends,
    They know I make mistakes
    But still of me
    They overestimate.

    But they are all wrong.

    Because the reason I don't smile,
    Is because I feel to much
    And if I was to show it
    I would all the controll that I clutch.

    The reason I seem so clever,
    Is that I do dumb things
    That I did not control myself
    Death would come on swift wings.