Pride is just my sacrifice
Shame is my reward
Dying once, and living twice
Thrice again I am born
Though my efforts soon are lost
I'm caught up to me
Things no longer are a shock
Imprisoned, but free
My past is not tear jerking
Just a little smudged
Questions, though, are still lurking
(easy to be judged)
Maybe if I'm quiet now,
They won't suspect at all
It doesn't matter, we're too loud
they await my fall
