We all have things we crave in our soul.
Things that dictate the die that we roll.

We always want what we can not possess,
From relations in life to the way that we dress.

Some of us hold a burden inside,
That hurts much more than to just swallow your pride.

Our minds constantly race twords a state of dis belief,
Never wanting to show that wich dwells beneath.

Many of us have been scared by the truth,
How tragedy and death dont make us bullet proff.

False tears bring pain to those around you,
False smiles bring pain that is all to true.

You cant look at life the same way as me,
Because unlike you my fellings are under lock and key.

Sometimes its best to hide your true face,
Because your true self would be severly out of place.

But if you remember one thing,
Its that you may try to go far,

You must reach out and push on,
because your stuck in lifes jar.