If I close my eyelids
And cover my eyes,
I can pretend you’re
Not turned away,
Right behind
Me.
I’ll cover my mouth
And I’ll block out my ears,
If I don’t acknowledge the
Noise,
Then I won’t feel the
Fear.
You’re always standing there,
Never looking at my face,
Your hands are made of malice
But your body’s full of grace.
Sure, you’re good at your
Disguise,
But
You’re horrible at words.
One day they’ll see you for
Who you are,
Not
Who you seem to be.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 7:00 PM UTC
If I close my eyelids
And cover my eyes,
I can pretend you’re
Not turned away,
Right behind
Me.
I’ll cover my mouth
And I’ll block out my ears,
If I don’t acknowledge the
Noise,
Then I won’t feel the
Fear.
You’re always standing there,
Never looking at my face,
Your hands are made of malice
But your body’s full of grace.
Sure, you’re good at your
Disguise,
But
You’re horrible at words.
One day they’ll see you for
Who you are,
Not
Who you seem to be.
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