There comes a point
When you stop believing
In others
Who they claim to be
Who they present
And even who they attempt
And you realize
That so many are playing roles
Hiding behind masks
To cover up feelings
This mask
To avoid getting hurt
And this mask
To run away from the truth
So many are putting on so many shows
Everyone's a jester
And no one has a soul
I've divorced my desires to know
The depths of others without their respect
If I can't know you without being fed lies
Then I guess we will never meet
I won't be a hypocrite
And judge
I once lied...
But I grew to know
Lies just make you cold
I realized that if I wanted to be known
The truth, had to be
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