I am sitting here, wondering whether or not to be mad
To act happy or not to act happy?
A clown's mask hides his tears...

Struggling within, A force strong tears me
Limb from limb, I sit
Broken in this shell.

Why must everyone be against me?
Failure is expected from an outcast
It's just the way they are.

Don't judge a book by its cover...
Words of the wise,
Not taken seriously.

My patience slowly wears thin of these people, this world
I grow weary of this conspiracy
Set against my kind.