Underneath our Shallow words, A thought exists, Split in thirds, Of what was, what is, And would could be. The fear inside, Consuming pride, And our ignorance, Is what stops us From voicing our Feelings out loud. We fear the pain Of what honesty Might gain. A world of hurt, Our just dessert, For the losers That populate The land of The insane.
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Shallow words,
A thought exists,
Split in thirds,
Of what was, what is,
And would could be.
The fear inside,
Consuming pride,
And our ignorance,
Is what stops us
From voicing our
Feelings out loud.
We fear the pain
Of what honesty
Might gain.
A world of hurt,
Our just dessert,
For the losers
That populate
The land of
The insane.