I'm hidden away like ****
Is it shame or
Is it scorn?
That keeps me under lock and key.
We go out and face the doom.
Our only witness is the moon.
Is this all we ever get,
Hiding in the open air,
as if we have the years to spare?
Swallowing tears until we might drown
Both to tired to face the truth,
Pretending we didn't waste our youth.
Doesn't erase the lines on our face
Or the lies in our hearts
Sadness when we part
Madness when we share a space
Where exactly is our place?
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC
I'm hidden away like ****
Is it shame or
Is it scorn?
That keeps me under lock and key.
We go out and face the doom.
Our only witness is the moon.
Is this all we ever get,
Hiding in the open air,
as if we have the years to spare?
Swallowing tears until we might drown
Both to tired to face the truth,
Pretending we didn't waste our youth.
Doesn't erase the lines on our face
Or the lies in our hearts
Sadness when we part
Madness when we share a space
Where exactly is our place?
Right man, wrong time.
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