Miss perceptions of austere affections...

Can break a heart in two...

Feeling bitterly cold alone full of depression...

People say they're there but in reality only few...

Stay and pretend to care but speak indifferently...

To the vulnerable broken being you've become...

So full of overwhelming distress, such a pity...

They're playing with your heart strings that are already strum...

So heartless and incapable of remorse...

Pain it's meant to be felt...

Such an awfully terrible force...

Being so fragile how is this delt?

What people don't know won't hurt them...

I'll never let them see the sadness inside...

My heart, My mind, My soul, it's a flaw that bides...

If they find out, my emotions will be condemned...

That's the deep sorrow of society my friends...