There Was Always More

Will you believe What they say about My life and my heart? Do you not doubt That all I know Is drunken mirth? A purposeless child— Is that all I am worth? Will you ever see That there always is History that is hidden; A past that you'll miss Should you only watch For what you believe now? For years ago, I was One who knew how To induce madness And spread insanity. I found power in Wildness and inhumanity. Wine is always more Complex than its royal gleam. And I am more dangerous Than I may first seem. Do not believe What they say I am — I am so much more than What they've forced me to become.