Strip it all away.. let's have the truth -
the thing that cripples ego,
and rips so savagely at youth.
This is how Others think -
*** backwards they will sink,
drowning in their own sorrow,
composed by the losses of tomorrow.
As if there were such a thing -
they view it not as new,
but as a chore they have to do.
Crippled by the memory,
of tears at a vulnerable age,
they say that life ain't rosey,
but if you let it go, it's sage.
They need something to cling to,
a dream they cannot see through -
nurse the old things, make them last,
it's exhausting, living for the past.
People never like to admit, they could've done better,
it wastes a whole life, and you end it as a debtor.
I prefer the heart of the matter -
the type behind a young nun's chatter.
*******, this ride is frightening,
but I'll be the thunder following lightning.
Unafraid of insides, though I wouldn't eat 'em,
I know what's within, caught my demons and beat 'em.
I don't wear much makeup,
and never put on masks -
the game died years ago,
and you'll learn once you ask.
This body's pretty, but sure is tired -
played the role of veracity, as I was hired..
Here's my advice, as we head for home -
in case you forget, it's written in stone:
Even in whispers, spill your deepest doubts,
then dig above them all, to pull yourself out.
Stop placating symptoms. You won't find your way out until you reach the core.