I can not seem to find,
the words I long to say;
To tell you of my feelings,
I live with every day.
~
For if I were to tell you,
I hate the way you lie;
You'd turn your anger towards me,
so fierce, I'd want to die.
~
And if I were to tell you,
your cheating's not okay;
You'd say it was my fault,
I caused you to stray.
~
Now if I were to tell you,
that ***** *** is wrong;
You'd fly off of the handle,
and tell me it's my job.
~
And if I were to tell you,
we can't communicate;
You'd tell me I was crazy,
with a heart so full of hate.
~
So if I were to tell you,
you have broken my heart;
You'd come unglued, like an old shoe,
blaming Satan for your part.

the mask
that hinders you
would be forever you
a lie and never the truth

One of the thickest shields we guard our egos with is one forged of brittle facade.

In-group, we sling our shields on our backs barricading our collective intentions and feelings that connect us.

Out-group, our shields are presented. Behind it we read off concealed truth engraved magically on the back of our facade.

We perceive losing our shield as a pathway to social death. We will be ridiculed, challenged, and sought after in hatred and disgust.

Thick but fragile. Our shield’s composition is easily seen through. But out of mutual insincere dictation from our facades, both parties ignore the barricade.

If we put down our defenses and toked out-group like we did in-group our collective mind would be broadened.

The now in-achievable would become effortless. A call back...

Blemmy Monster: “To bad most aren't willing to give up what they treasure most (ego). The acreage of Real discovery and accomplishment is a fertile, vestal place with unimaginable possibilities. Hopefully one day we will come together and parade through its pastures and meadows as one.”