To see the truth for what it is not the imposter it often likes to play.  
Be judged against it all.
And not hold you to my standards
From shallow heights, How we fall.
 
In confort, So righteously kind.
Fear rattles the cage.
These battles are mine that only I have braved.

As I walk, still upon these graves
In the spaces between time,
adversely I rise.
No longer sheltered by yesterday
Suffused with subtle rage
In a strangers embrace
I search for your lack.
And now, here alone I stand
Stoic? Or torn?
A rock upon which water may fall?
Or a dam disturbed in a slight storm?
How will I  perform in a room full of empty stalls?

No more a myriad of critics setting the limits
A dreamer with no dreams aggressively laughing,
dancing to the wrong beat.

In subtle whispers,
Hushed screams
The truth will find itself
Revealing, unforgiving, like silent soldiers weeping.