All the pitiful actions I've taken To simply keep my head afloat Have left me in this state of insanity That very few truly know Sometimes I try to console myself To say that I handled things with grace But it's a feeble attempt to exonerate myself An effort to curb my distaste It's a fact we all have our demons Though some wouldn't like to admit But when the fiends Are now your friends You start to lose your mind a bit People don't like messy You must conform and blend in And play their silly game of belittlement The catch is, you can never win And sometimes the past can't be the past Because the past hangs on too tight It's ingrained in you It's who you are And some things can't be made 'right' When the only thing that comforts you Is the very thing that brings you shame Then the only thing you can do is wonder Why you continue to take part In this prejudiced, fruitless game