You can be alive, without knowing what it means to live.

You can share without knowing what it is to give.

You can say I love you and never know the feeling.

You can be healthy without ever really healing.

You can take what's not yours and never admit it's stealing.

You can say a word a million times, but that won't make it true.

You can say the sky is red, all the while knowing it's blue.

In this world there are few, who have never told a lie. 

Those whose patience and faith never waiver, while they're trembling inside.

Those who truly have nothing to hide.

 

I am not one of these, anomalies.

Just a face in the crowd that never knows when to cry in shame or to be proud.

My world remains, dark and gray, covered with this cloud.

A cloud of hate and hope, trust and betrayal.

Simply a tragic never ending tale.