Heavy booted, light footed,
I live crouching down and hid.
What if they mock me, to face, from afar?
It shouldn't matter but embarrassment scars.
Shall we stop condoning broken bones
and admit the letters put together hurt the most
start allowing thoughts trapped in our breath to show,
holes and flaws alone, dwarfed by pillars and domes
Hide behind the glass, the bars, the lights,
like children, if they can't see my eyes, then I’m invisible,
unfindable, consider though, the truth,
is never easier to spit than when it's the only one you're with.
My fears are sugar-coated and drenched in guilt,
but I indulge myself still, trick my own brain into thinking I'm ok.
I now fear even that which I know.
Is it supposed to feel this damning losing a war,
that I was never winning, confused, I was called?
I'm not asking for help, don't bother replying.
I just want you to know. I just need rid of it all.
I live crouching down and hid.
What if they mock me, to face, from afar?
It shouldn't matter but embarrassment scars.
Shall we stop condoning broken bones
and admit the letters put together hurt the most
start allowing thoughts trapped in our breath to show,
holes and flaws alone, dwarfed by pillars and domes
Hide behind the glass, the bars, the lights,
like children, if they can't see my eyes, then I’m invisible,
unfindable, consider though, the truth,
is never easier to spit than when it's the only one you're with.
My fears are sugar-coated and drenched in guilt,
but I indulge myself still, trick my own brain into thinking I'm ok.
I now fear even that which I know.
Is it supposed to feel this damning losing a war,
that I was never winning, confused, I was called?
I'm not asking for help, don't bother replying.
I just want you to know. I just need rid of it all.