A little piece of writing...

I hide behind all these little white lies,

Trying to keep myself from pain.

But even with my guard up and the walls so high,

Pain seems to always find a way to get me from behind.

Why? Oh why? Do I even try?

There is no way to avoid this.

Death and Decay, Being Scared Is Pointless.

You can't control it, life just happens.

Don't cry on my shoulder,
I've got my own problems.
I don't care about your drama,
And no I won't change, I'm not Obama.