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Jan 2018
I don’t lie,

I simply camouflage my words,

My mind has been put on stand-by,

All these clever rhymes and verbs

That I use, they’re all hidden

Some you won’t understand you are forbidden

To fully comprehend what it is I’m trying to say

I realize that some of you may

Not relate, retaliate, by saying this is fake,

Not true, my neck aches

From carrying these words in the back of my head

So now I scribble them down, no lies,

Just truth, and other

Because I want you for yourself to discover

The same as I do

You’ll thank me- no thank yourself, when there’s eventually a
breakthrough

Because lying is the easy way, right?

but the path is filled with trapdoors,

You’ll walk through and discover that it’ll break you, it even might
Leave you wheezing on all fours.



I’m not hiding anything, I wear it on my sleeve,

Why would I ever tell you, what would I achieve?

You’ll never understand, all you’d do is find me odd,

All because I’d choose to tell you that my mind is flawed?

No I’ll simply wait for the light to turn green,

I’ve been standing still, waiting here since I was a teen

Maybe the light’s broken, could someone come and fix it?

No, I’m just gonna wait, how could I ever admit

That I’ve been waiting right here for years,

Without trying to move forward, back, maybe it’s my gears

Gears of my car, gears in my head

Are they working, I think my engine's dead

Are you there, are you still with me?

Of course I am, I’m fine, but my mind is on a killing spree

Killing my flow, killing my name,

Stomping on my heart am I going insane?

I don’t see myself in the mirror,

This puddle of darkness- I’ll drown in it

Death’s getting nearer.



We’re all diseased,
Our minds aren’t free

Everything put out is believed

We’ve stopped thinking, or is it just me?

Me that is ill, me that screams until,

I can’t anymore and now my vocal chords are torn

The screaming for real, it’s turned into a squeal,

But the sounds have become deafening, they’re sounds of defeat

Now I sit in silence as I continually and desperately plead


Help me, please see through the false truth,

My second face, this mask of mine,

It’s starting to show cracks, please have a glance and talk,

Don’t just stand there from the sideline

I finally throw the mask away and then I see it hit you,

Right in your face, it sticks, and still only half is true.

I’ll only transfer the truth, the lies, the problem’s still alive

Maybe there’s no cure, solution, 

just to fire lead through my hard drive.
TheMeanBean
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TheMeanBean  21/M/The Netherlands
(21/M/The Netherlands)   
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     Yann, --- and APoetisOnly
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