Shit. That's all I gotta say. Shit. When you're hearts racing and it stings just to pull out another little breath and you're praying to some fucked up bastard sitting on his high and mighty throne laughing at your pathetic self, you know you're fucked. It wasn't supposed to end up this way. There are no new beginnings. That's just some fairytale that somebody made up to make convicts believe there was hope. But threes your record and your files and all the other shit that leaves you back in the pit hole, away from any new beginnings. I've been deceived enough. I don't believe. I don't have hope. I don't have hope because you took it away from me. I tried, oh believe me, I truly tried. I gave it my goddamn best shot and more because I thought that if I just did a little more than what everybody else did, then maybe, just maybe, you would come to see that I'm not such a bad person. I'm not so bitter, so angry, so faceless. But you didn't care, and it was because of your set in stone views that I've become engraved with the ways you expected of me. They were never a part of me until I came here and now threes nothing that I can do but be them. They are who I am now, and I can't change that because there's no one here who believes that I can. I just needed a chance. Just one, so that I could show you the man behind the mask. But he's been there so long that he's suffocated and died. There is no second chance for him now. Just me. Just the bitter, angry, faceless man.