This morbid visage does often tell,
Of the strife and torment that knew me well.
Without the veil of innocent youth,
I find my heart burdened with truth.
For a man as self conscious as me,
No respite from insecurity.
To a prisoner in chains I am akin,
Ever on the outside, looking in.
My heart wavers for I lack conviction,
To break away cursed inhibitions.
Never can I remedy this,
So I escape myself and enter bliss.
For when I am not who I know I am,
I am free from the pain that keeps me ******.