When we have too much to bear, And think to drown them all in the beer, When we hide our past mistakes in a hive, But only realize that hives attracts the bear,
Then
Our present begin to hunt, Our conscious stat to haunt, And our surroundings begin to taunt
Then
our burdens become too heavy, Always stumbling on our paths, As we watch our backs to see if it catches up, Building lies in place of other lies, Always finding the perfect lie each time,
And soon,
Honest questions become like double edged swords? Sincere concerns become like suspicious curiosity? Genuine concerns become like knife like stares? Silent whispers in the wind like back stabs? Suddenly realizing we are slaves Of our past and our present Donβt you want to break from this *******?
Facing the demons you created.
sometimes we live hiding the truth, living a lie that might catch up on you... yet you dont want to face it and start seeing people in your shadows...