Free

I try, but it's all a lie.

Covering it up, soul's becoming corrupt.

Can't you see how much I long to be free?

Free from this pain, slowly going insane.

I disappear in crowds. I dare not speak aloud.

One day I'll break out, take off this mask and shout..

Maybe then you'll see me and I'll finally be free.

April 23rd, 2003