Art Of Suffering

In the abundance of everything

Still I am suffering in silence

If I protest I will be labelled

Enemy of the state

If I complain I'll be

despised

By my fellow sufferers

Things look better

On the outside world

But if I go I will be called

Illegal alien

And I'll be told that

I am not wanted

And it has made me numb to suffering

And I'm grieving inside

I have mastered

The art of suffering

And I am numb to it

One time I wanted to be

A freedom fighter

Daddy said son

Choose your flights carefully

And he said to me

Those you wanna fight for

They will turn against you in the end

If I protest now they will call me

The enemy of the state

So like the rest of the people

I suffer in silence