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That burning cauldron of fire;
The anger that consumes my soul.
All nothing, but a mask of hatred to cloak all of my pain,
        suffering, and self-hate.
What you think are punches, are my tears;
What you think is yelling, is my cry for help;
What you think is anger, is really my pain--disguised so
        cleverly.
It is not done purposefully, but by force of habit.
I have been doing this so long now that even I don't know
        what is real or show.

Help me please--I don't like it here.
I'm trapped in a self-made mask from hell.
It is part of me now--there is no hope,
But you still have a chance at life.
So listen carefully to me now:
Get rid of your mask before it's to late.
Just be yourself and live your life
Or you'll end up like me--in your own self-created hell.

This is your warning--your first and your last.
So listen to what I'm saying and take off your mask.