These words aren't for you
They're for the rats of emotions
That chewed their way through.
We say the truth hurts,
Then what do our lies do?
The truth trapped in the shadows,
If you, only knew.
The pain that one goes through.
Where the truth festers and wishes to show its ugly face.
To put the judgemental crowds in their place.
To bring light to topics,
Where we had run away.
That have drowned in their absence,
Where lies have become king.
As truths were replaced.
Imprisoned with in our regret,
It's a disgrace that we misplace,
Too afraid to be honest,
Just so, we can save face,
And all those lies,
Leave a nasty taste.
So much of ourselves,
Fearing the real.
The mirror of society,
That judges us so quickly.
The executioner of happy thoughts,
Our reflection with a list of negative questions,
That keep begging for answers,
The child that screams louder than all the noise.
There are no toys to which will yield their cries.
From the storms brewing deep inside,
Lost and from abandoned homes.
The truths now missing, displayed on the back of a milk carton,
Our lies become that shell around us as we watch our world harden.
We’ve all got so confused with life,
That we’re all begging each other’s pardons,
But being vulnerable in this world is a hard one,
As it looks like I’m hanging on by a thread,
Because the fibre of me is coming undone.
Life throws us all against the rocks and then some,
That truth that wants to burst out of you, like a face hugger.
But we don't want people to know what's real.
As, we prefer to project our other.
The truth will break us into a million tiny pieces.
Like vampire’s skin meets a single beam of light.
We not only lie to each other,
We lie to ourselves now too,
And the worst thing is, we think that’s right.
We trespassed against ourselves as we’ve become blind and lost sight.
Lies are the dirty blanket we all wear outside in the rain.
As we've become desensitised to every scar and stain.
The real you isn't inside those frames.
You're trapped inside your head,
Dodging demons and jumping through flames.
When fine is the perfect performance,
It's the only way the dragons tamed.
If only for a second of peace,
Before the next roll of the dice,
Inside these mind games.
That gets every smile in the house.
Standing ovation,
A vacation from the burning truth,
Setting fire to the old wooden barn,
We tried to hide it in back in our youth.
Now everyone can smell the smoke.
But can they see the fire?
Behind our eyes,
Where the souls capsized,
Tears that can't be cried.
The alien in me that was bastardized.
Instead of being baptised into a new-born truth.
While demons get drunk
In their forsooth.
Turning our fears into wine,
As they rejoice and dine,
There's a banquet for sinister fools deep inside my mind.
Better to imprison the real me,
Along with the emotions they seek.
To live out the lie Is far better,
Then revealing oneself a freak.
The streets are full of scouts.
Looking for the vulnerable now.
The violent hands-on clocks are swinging by,
But it’s not the time to let the truth out.
Why?
Don't hold your words back, Don't make honesty be the thing you lack.
We write the scripts of our lives,
We cast the characters we live by,
Our pens tell the words that our hearts cry,
We share the stories from our scars
As we watch the ink dry.
Tell people how you truly feel. There are no rehearsals in this life,
It’s opening night, “Welcome to the real”.