Poem of hiding oneself from those closest. |
If you could see behind my eyes If you knew why my soul cries If you heard that my spirit dies If you spoke truth with these lies Would you deign to weigh my life? Judge me not by the time I spent holding you up But by the way I held me down. Find me lacking not with your own scale But by the heft of my tale. I left me by the wayside So that I could help you fly But you never knew Each of your words bind All of the true me dies. And my souls cries. Rail against injustice in my name For I am the only one to blame Wild spirits do not tame Freedom is not shame Don't be glad you came Here. My life alone is given My life alone is lived My life is a lonely gift My life alone is left It is the price I paid. This is the life I've paved My soul and body in trade The peace of my mind I gave My freedom's cage I view life through the twisted glass of a day dream periscope Distantly wishing I could participate Drifting in a wasted effort Haunted by my own demon terrorist This carefully crafted lie I create This tearfully drafted sketch of fate This hidden objective lies fake This tortured soul arrives late This truth is lain in a death state Will you ever see my true heart Can you accept your own part Do you know my secret scars Your teasing denial is hard Nails in a coffin, heart in a jar Deny all you want, truth imparts Truth runs deep, truth runs far In the end truth wins this war When I die my soul will flee Frame becomes un-mattering And I will finally be What only I can see Truly me |