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    ------------------------Deep Inside--------------------------
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    Deep down there is feelings of great depression.
    Kept hidden in shackles from the sunlight.
    I don't know what to do with them anymore.
    The bars on the cage are beginning to crumble.
    Little bits are falling on my skin.
    My heart is no longer protected by this shell.

    There is tears coming from my heart.
    And the more time passes on.
    The more this cut stays open.
    I'll keep my hands on this wound for as long as I can.
    But if I don't do something about it.
    The problems will be too large to hold onto.

    Emotions are starting to rise from the surface.
    Let them out when your all alone.
    But put them back in the hole when your seen.
    The people around may take notice if you don't.
    If so, then you'll be alone forever.
    They're waiting to shun anything different from society.

    I feel odd when I think of that memory.
    Like the support holding it has been severed.
    Distortion sways me around the clock.
    I think I'm experiencing the Bi-Polar Disorder.
    I know I am not though, for it is no disorder.
    It is something different in society, thats all it is.

    "Please stop what you're saying".
    That's what the doctor's said to me.
    But I told them I can't stop functioning.
    Throw a couple of mental pill's at me why don't you.
    Then I'm all better to the world around me.
    But I'll always be the same deep inside.

    Just till it's time, I'll hold this wound tightly.
    Just until I find a place right for me.