• empty corridors filled with empty faces,
    wonder how it is i fell from all their graces.
    build a wall, paint it gray,
    pray it may fall down one day.
    push your way through all your strife,
    maybe you will get somewhere in life.
    sit and stare at these blank pages,
    writing it all out will simply take ages.
    they say to vent and not to bottle,
    but i take life at full throttle.
    no time to stop and take in the scenery,
    to let it all mean something more to me.
    shape the mask with my bare hands,
    in any form to meet their demands.
    let my life be mine alone,
    as that is how it all has grown.
    to stand deserted is to stand strong,
    and live life sad but live it long.