Come and take a look behind the curtain..
Peer under the surface to see things that are dark for certain
Beneath the coat of smiles and jokes
Is a dark abyss with the humanity being choked
Yes you tend to do things sometimes that seem like you are not correct in the mind.
It’s because you are so lost and confused, sanity is so hard to find
You really think at times that you are going crazy
And that you are losing your conscience, when tear jerker stories don’t even phase you
It’s crazy that at times you make yourself cry
Just so no one can see how numb you are inside
Everyone seems to have an answer to your problems
Like they’re some psychiatrist. But no one cares about them
Nobody knows the visions you’ve seen
The horrible terrible things that even you’ve dreamed
but you don’t say this to get pity or sympathy or a sadistic cool
just want them to know, you need somebody to see the true you
To see your struggle to keep this world upright
To see your constant battle against your demons at night
To witness the crushing agony of defeat
When theres no harmony and everything is offbeat
To realize that at times you cling to the best things in life
With a death-grip you fight for the things that make you smile
Anything…just to numb the pain for awhile
Anything..to be free from this lifestyle
Anything…to be nothing but versatile
and you just know you’re an addict, there’s no room for denial
That it wouldn’t be a part of it, if there were no trial
Things seem better as you get higher and higher
Sometimes the world seems so much farther beneath you
That it doesn’t look right it seems like a monotonous hue
& you are just there…
You do what you can, but can’t fight who you are.
You mess up your plans and fold your own hands
Somewhere there hoping them to understand.
You can hear yourself screaming internally
And think “why am I filled with such uncertainty?”
You still go on, though they think you’re wrong.
Their denial is just an understatement, you start to grow strong.
You learn to treat yourself right, even when you’re mistreated.
And you don’t let anyone bruise your self-esteem, even if under-estimated.
You manage to take control and don’t lend your emotions
You deal with your own obsession,
Drink, laugh, and move on- same old fashion.
You only make them see what you choose to show
Its not like you want them to come to you, you just lie low.
Among all the odds I’d like you to know…
Keeping your emotions there inside, all concealed
There’ll be that special one to whom you can reveal
And amaze them by showing how quickly you heal
Those moments will make you realize just how simply happy you feel,
You are not ordinary,
You sacrificed and fought in that cold-blooded battlefield
You are one of us.
You are a YOUNG SHIELD.