Pride and Sloth; Two deadly sins that characterize my person Yet others manage to dig up things That can not be called sins, Because they would much rather smile about All the nice things instead of exposing their hearts To the dark that hides inside my person
Hidden Pain
Keep your back straight, Your chin held high, And the urge to double-over pushed deep down Or else you'll scare these strangers to death With your pale face and your sweaty skin
Scripted Sentimentality 