Out in public
With a friend,
With a brother,
With a lover,
It's all the same
When your soul is sick,
When it won't mend,
When the truth smothers,
Then you'll discover
It's all the same.
"Be stoic,"
"Pretend,"
They blather.
No. Never.
I'm not the same.
Dec 24, 2009
Dec 24, 2009 at 12:08 PM UTC
Out in public
With a friend,
With a brother,
With a lover,
It's all the same
When your soul is sick,
When it won't mend,
When the truth smothers,
Then you'll discover
It's all the same.
"Be stoic,"
"Pretend,"
They blather.
No. Never.
I'm not the same.