If life is but a series of confessions
Then, allow me to confess
Cause this unavoidable winter chill
Is making me reel
For once just tell me how you feel
Tell
Me
How
You
Feel

***

I fake myself through the day
Probably about 170 different ways
Underplaying wrong intentions
Avoiding any type of intervention
I allow the masses to steal
Anything I have left that makes me feel real

Maybe it's the universe
Fate is often twisted
Because I can't stop giving
Beyond the cost of living
This life is unforgiving
And I'm too broke to afford the cost of healing

© 2014 Peach