I want more than anything to show you the words, both pleasant and cruel that your smiling heart has stamped into my mind, but I feel like a fool.
These words, which are only shared when my fingers feel stronger than my will, can show you everything that helps me get by, besides those awful pills.
If I one day find that my fears have subsided,  I'll discover a way to lead, opposed to being guided. If I lead I may find myself in a place of lingering conflict where I'll notice your intent, actions and the difference.
I like you better when you show me your heart, your idea of yourself shelters who you really are. Hopes high as mountains to obtain the reality, you've brainwashed yourself with a certain brutality.
Climb to the top, you feel the success. Now that you've made it, please take off my dress.