Inner Insanity

The rooms silence is worse than a thousand boos
People tell me I've won, yet the signs say I lose
Surronded by people who will forget me after all is said and done
The majority of this life will be a party of one

Hideous beasts surface, their misdeeds forgotten
The fables they spin will forever smell rotten
Surpressing rage as I'm told to forgive
Never, I say, as long as I live

Some may call me pessimistic, others may call me a cynic
I may even hold more rage than an internet critic
I dismiss these labels, although they aren't far from being true
I prefer passionate and realistic, but there's no difference between the two

I'll run from my problems, I'll admit that
Hell, I can go berserk from the drop of a hat
My mind is a rather messed-up place,
However I hide my conflict behind this mask I call a face

I've seen childhood friends come, and then go
I've seen traitors claiming to be as pure as fresh snow
Twice I've came close to meeting Death
Twice I've slipped through his fingers, refusing to breath my last breath

Dark this may seem, but where there is shadow, there is light.
And as long as there is light, rest assured I will fight.
So to those who think they can stop me,
I'd like to see you end my pure insanity