My pride is all I have
its my blanket
its all I have left
threadbare
as it is

I have laid my soul
to sleep, gently
behind bars, far
and protected
walled
away

My truest being has been torn
The flower of my love
wilted, in the night
his heart unknown
words, just words

He would tell me so often, three words
it became common place, I know
every morning, drifting, warm
barely awake, but I knew
it couldn't be, couldn't
nothing is true
men lie

He'd speak to me of beauty, mine, I don't understand
the lie was in his voice, I told him, not his eyes
at first he would protest, he believed
then he would say nothing, his eyes
didn't let me see the hurt

I could never read him right
I could never trust him
I fall back on what
I fall back on me
I am right
I know
I am
I

How could he be true, real?
He tells me everything
He knows I don't
Listen anymore
Don't believe

I yearn for freedom
Earned my due
paid my prices
gaping holes,
and scars...
and tears;
I cry

I have my pride, I have my soul
its protected from the world
its protected from him
He cannot be truth
So different

I drove him off, twist his words
because I know I'm right
I know what all men
wants, needs, lusts
not me, not mine
I ignored all the
lies

But what if he was true
what if what he gave
so much, away
but he kept
saying it

I reply with what he hates, twisting
he knows I am lost, his eyes
ridicule his words, his soul
push him, driving him
He'll stop, he'll leave
He stops; leaves
I am pride