We cover ourselves up.nHide our truths from this cold heartless world.nEverything's so sterile, everything's so wrong.nThis ride feels too long most of the time.nThe ability to hold my head up and smile has become such an effort.nMy smile fades with every moment.nI question my existance.nI'm tired of explaning.nMy ability to communicate has waned.nDisappointments are being bred.nAnd I wonder how many of us believe in ourselves.nDo you believe?