We cover ourselves up.
Hide our truths from this cold heartless world.
Everything's so sterile, everything's so wrong.
This ride feels too long most of the time.
The ability to hold my head up and smile has become such an effort.
My smile fades with every moment.
I question my existance.
I'm tired of explaning.
My ability to communicate has waned.
Disappointments are being bred.
And I wonder how many of us believe in ourselves.
Do you believe?