My life has been prolonged into one simple song

Hidden from the choir, to be set in the fire, for so long.

This song isn't pretty,

The song isn't special.

The song is full of akward notes that don't fit in.

This song plays in the back of my mind,

It reminds me how no matter how far I've come, 

I can't escape,

Not from my own mind.

I can try to run and hide but the song gets louder,

Some days the onlything I hear is this song.

Its lonely and empty, monotone at best.

The song is lacking in every category.

The song is missing parts and not even hiding it.

This song is mine, and it is broken.

This song is mine, and it is sad.

This song is mine after listening it's not so bad.

This song is mine, and it is a reflection of me.

This song, doesn't have to hide,

For this song plays only in the back of my mind.