That look
Will haunt me forever

Nobody will ever know
Why I write this

Well
Perhaps you
But it is unlikely

But it is what
I will always live for

You have become
My torturer
But I hope you don\'t know

So do you
But you certainly don\'t know

I don\'t know how
To acheive
What I want

I don\'t seem
To have the
Nerve

But my obsession
That has
Since grade 5
Entered my life
Is something
I so far only can live out
In my
Dreams

I hope that
That will change

I hope it
With all that is left of me
Since the inferno
That is my source
Of madness
Came into my life

This is just
Babble

At onte time
I had hoped to
One day
Be able to write
Something like this

To express
What I truly felt
Unmasked
Without faked linguistic beauty

Now I can\'t possibly
Remember

What is good
In having so much
Pain inside
That one can\'t
Formulate it
Formally

To have something
Driving one
This mad

I have two masks
Of steel

One I show to visitors
Or strangers passing by
It is one of perfection

The second
Is a tone closer
To the colour of
Myself

It
I show to close friends
And trusted

It is one of happiness
And usual problems
And dilemmas

Nobody has
Yet seen
Me

Nobody has
Ever seen
What\'s
Beneath

That\'s all