There has never been a time
There has never been a moment
Everything you know and feel
Came from someone else’s torment

Until you felt your own

They taught you  to feel their own
It was everything they believed
Only a newborn baby
And yet it was you who was deceived

Because they did not know

They did not know you
But you drew their love near
You couldn’t speak of it
While they read rhyme mask fears

Fears that could only smile

The is no enhancement of consciousness
Without the removal of nails from your mind
The release of the self by empathy
Is a butterfly that no longer wears a sign

A sign that is not of its own making

Ripping off its eylids
No matter the sun
Killing the prince
For love is no Machiavellian

Cynicism is grief of a clever sort

No hallucination from mother’s breast
No sense of urgency for rejecting truth
Unaffected by life is an impossibility
Until foolishness becomes a strength of youth

Because foolishness is sincerity naked

Falling our entire life
But never released by gravity
A scream of expectation
The treachery is the lack of humanity

They talk freedom but who can live with it?

It’s in how I choose to walk
It’s when I decide to smile
A flower from stone
Indifference from style

Which is it anyway?

And if I try to soon be who I am
I wonder if everyone I knew would leave
What I was seemed to be something to love
But if they only knew how it is that I grieve

It was not how I wanted it to be