I dread the moment when my two worlds collide,
And I, the spectator, completely unable to reverse my circumstances,
Have to watch as the wolves surround me,
Waiting for just one moment of weakness,
To pounce on me.
The exact moment my veil slips and they see
Who I really am, what I can really be,
And in my eyes they see themselves reflected,
The mirror image of me,
Struggling to balance two worlds,
On only one pair of shoulders.
Trying to decide between two halves of themselves,
Constant war between the body and the brain,
Why can we not be ourselves?
We wear masks to disguise our inner thoughts,
The inner turmoils we face.
Who we are versus who we want to be,
Trying to decide whether to fight or flee.
And the moment our two worlds collide
We predict our own down fall,
We forsee our un-veiling.
We see ourselves naked infront of an audience
All of the spectators marvelling at the frauds we are,
Normal and reality are relative
Maybe we are all insane.
Unable to see the world objectively,
Fighting a loosing battle
As ignorance is truely bliss.
