Sometimes I am paranoid
Pretty sure the world is out to get me
So I watch in silence
Giving no words to twist
Chosen carefully I avoid
What other are able to see
Trying to be resilient
In pockets I keep my fists
This smile I give from the void
Covers what I was meant to be
And I will not ever repent
In a world I try to resist
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 