These people are strangers,
My friends, family, everyone I see,
Nobody knows me,
I stay to myself.
I give them clues,
I let them win,
But nobody wins,
The prize inside.
I don't know why,
But the feeling inside,
Says I've got to stay silent.
And I do,
Because I'd rather not let people see,
The messy parts of me.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
These people are strangers,
My friends, family, everyone I see,
Nobody knows me,
I stay to myself.
I give them clues,
I let them win,
But nobody wins,
The prize inside.
I don't know why,
But the feeling inside,
Says I've got to stay silent.
And I do,
Because I'd rather not let people see,
The messy parts of me.
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