"Inside I hide beneath the lies Of any that have pried I just keep it all inside From ones who have tried It feels like I've died Like a drought I'm dried I'm so tired of this ride Lost in a shifting tide It's affecting my stride And soon to my pride No one sees my side Strange looks I get eyed In no one can I confide This had grown so wide Maybe time I can bide Until its gone and flied ©Schizology"