I hold the key
To my heart healing

I hold my breath and
When the door slams
We all go running
We're good at hiding
Shh! Stop crying!

You hold the key
To your heart healing
With every tear
Grace is Unlocking

When the door slams...

They see strength
A rock that's weathered but not broken
They see loyalty
A bond of trust that's always there but never spoken
They see considerate
Arms open wide and ready to give
They see creative
Enough pieces of talent that show where my soul lives

I see weakness
A mere pebble wore down by the constant storm
I see alienation
The meek and solemn path chosen to tread upon
I see estranged
Forever building walls so no one gets close
I see meticulous
Where everything is flawed by a perfectionistic boast

I often wonder what would happen
If both perceptions collide
Would one overshadow the other
Keeping the raging angst inside

Do they see what's real
Do I see only lies
The truth becomes muddled
When playing from both sides

Why am I hiding
And afraid to let go
Lurking in the shadows
Never letting my true-self show

Will I one day be free
From this torment inside
Finally accepting myself
Casting all doubt aside

Imagine an existence
Without the masks and veils
A willingness to be open
Exploring all that entails

I long to find the place
Where both views intertwine
That will be the moment
This life will truly be mine