Everything ends.

All hopes are gone,

When I thought things started to turn around,

I was searching for something,

That was not meant to be found.

I may be loud,

I may be outspoken,

But that could easily be a disguise,

A simple misconception.

No one sees the real me,

But they think they do,

It's all about how you present yourself,

Not everyone wants others to see the real you.

That's the hardest secret,

A person could ever keep,

It's the thing that makes them most vulnerable,

Not everyone share something that deep.

One simple thing,

For everyone to remember,

Is that think before you speak,

Because nothing in this world last forever.