Looking in as an outsider

I have seen you slip

Are you really happy,

or just trying to forget

Every joyful moment is reciprocated

by a desperate and lonely thought

Force it out of your mind,

shove it all inside

If we all changed to the lifestyle

You're suggesting, what would be the end result

Would we be perfect,

Plastic hiding our grief in a shell of a

conscience until it bursts at the seams

or would we be able to deny our frustration

entrance and live a perfect existence

Chemical cage, created around ourselves

There is a balance, negativity needs

to exist, pain needs to persist

otherwise the moments of joy

We experience would loose their relevance

The creation is just a veil covering your

self-destruction

Everything you know is a lie