Honesty is a privilege to be gained
What a selfish man - to expect it from others when he can't give it himself
When this all started, I don't know
Maybe as a form of escapism from my childhood reality
Or a method of defense
To be safe, if only in words and tales woven from air
That'd be enough
My armor of lies
No one could harm something that they couldn't truly see
And one day I'll disappear from their lives
They won't know how to find me
I'll be alive as my ideal form - in the minds of my false admirers
Maybe I do this to hide from pity
No longer a cautionary tale told to kids who forget to be grateful
"Because someone else has it worse!"
Truthful only in this secret poetry
I can protect this sacred pain inside my heart
Build up my walls - high as the heavens
In my fake realities, I'm no longer a monster
This curse on innocent people
A universal error
So maybe I do it to be liked
But in the end, I know I should hide away
For the safety of others - it's true
"Alone but never lonely"
Just another lie
YOU ARE READING
We Became The Mad Men
PoetryI must wash the blood off my hands and the only way is with ink ~ Collection of my poetry.
