Hiding behind what Ive convinced myself is real,
Shaking hands without my heart and a true smile.
Giving up myself to fit in, acting normal. when really quite scared.
Keeping to myself, building my body and soul,
Holding on a minute longer just trying to not loose control.
Perhaps in another life I can escape, stand up. Leave this fake place.
If I were to let go now, I would become a monster,
Taken by a fury that burns so deep inside, scar my own body,
Committing emotional suicide after scraping my beliefs skin deep.
Colliding with opinions and expectations of those still trapped in their minds
If I would dare, to behave out of me
Consequently be slayed by those who will then be announced brave
Expecting to live again after the initial pain, perhaps then. Escape.
I stand up and change ever morning every day, to fit in this twisted reality called life
Stuck on automatic mode waiting for the agony to begin
All this helplessness inside, reach in and tear out this fake.
But decided its easier to run than face the risk of not being the same.
