[center]"False Tranquility" 
Peace in appearance but not in the mind, 
The struggle to keep it in is torture;
And someday when my mind is blank I'll find, 
Finally I can get rid of this vulture. 

Dangerous it may be but I can't plead, 
For it would only cause hectic corruption;
Because of this I would much rather bleed, 
Only this will cause major destruction. 

I have spoken to many but none helped, 
Apologies are made for me being so clinical;
This must be childish I must be a whelp,
The whispers they're calling me cynical. 

"I'm sorry. " I weep the Niagara Falls, 
I stumble and weep in front of their eyeballs. [/center]