The Seclusion

Skin as rough as wood
It would not matter to me
My wooden skin
My soft heart

No matter how hard I try to hide the pain
No matter how hard I try to seem strong
My outer self could never change my inner self

The cloths I wear
The jewelry that hang around my body
None of them change my personality
My FILTHY self

If there was something that could burn to ashes
Let it be my heart
Let it be me
My personality

to end the suffering that lasts forever
Is death the only answer

Oh, I wish there was another way
To come by through the days
Without having to shed blood
Without having to shed tears

I am different from everyone
My own person

I know I should be happy,
but it hurts to see myself alone
I'm too different